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Davy Jones, Now a Member of a New Band

    Hey, everyone. I just wanted to say a few words about Davy Jones' death. I watched this guy on the Monkees' TV show back in the sixties. As a teenager, you jumped at any opportunity to watch or hear rock and roll. I don't remember that much about the episodes but I certainly liked the music.
    It's funny, but the group was created for the TV show, instead of the other,normal, way around. They put out enough good songs so that they became hugely popular just for the music's sake. I went to I-Tunes a year or two ago and bought a bunch of their songs. They had 10 or so that I really liked. Last Train To Clarksville and Daydream Believer were my favorites. I have a picture in my mind of what some of the old 45's looked like from that era. I can see the label of Pleasant Valley Sunday at this moment.
    My wife was a teeny bopper at that time, I didn't know her, and she had a mega crush on Davy Jones. "He was sooo cute." Well, I guess he was, at that, though I didn't really fancy him in that way. I really liked him as a singer, however.
   I was just over on Wikipedia and I read that Davy happened to be on the Ed Sullivan Show on the night that the Beatles appeared. Davy was there with a group of actors but he stood backstage and watched the screaming girls. He decided that being a rock star would be just fine.
    He seemed like a likeable bloke and I would have liked to have met him. Tomorrow I'll sit down at the keyboard and say, "This one's for Davy." Then I'll play Daydream Believer and sing along a bit. I'll remember him as a young, fresh-faced guy with a Beatle-do and not as an old guy, like I am now. Goodbye to a good guy and a fine entertainer.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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