Gee, I don't even remember what year The Monkees first hit NBC. 1966, I think. I remember begging my mom to make sure we'd be done with dinner on Monday nights so I could hog the TV for that crazy insane half hour so I could gawk at Davy, Mickey, Peter, and Mike. I had so many of their albums...at least six of them. I don't remember. I remember my friends and I used to play Monkees. We'd pretend to be their wives or girlfriends and make up stories to play-act. So so long ago. Once the TV show ended, the Monkees kind of went out of vogue. In recent years, though, they've gotten back together and have done some touring. Mike has joined them infrequently so it's always been Mickey, Peter, and Davy singing the old songs. "Last Train to Clarksville" was their first big one. "Valleri" was a great one. "Daydream Believer" was the one hit that kept the Cowsills' "Hair" from being #1 on Billboard. They still sounded good. I regret not ever having had the chance to go see them in person though I do know people who were well-acquainted with them. ALMOST met Peter once.
Two days ago, Davy died of a heart attack. He leaves behind his wife and four daughters. And a whole slew of fans who will miss him and his music.
Good night, Davy.
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