Cheer Up Sleepy Jean

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I can’t believe Davy Jones is gone. I found out on the Yahoo home page yesterday and I just haven’t been the same since.

When I was 9 years old, the Monkees were on television with their weekly show. I don’t think I ever missed an episode. They were so corny and silly, what was not to love? And their music. Awesome. Just the perfect blend of soft pop and sweet melodies.

Back then, my sisters and I were the perfect age for pretending. We loved to pretend that we were the Monkees. I remember getting together with the other neighborhood kids and having a concert in the basement. We asked our moms to be the audience. They politely sat there and gabbed while we played Monkees music and banged away on our musical instruments. We wanted to be just like the Monkees….

Lots of my girlfriends had a crush on Davy Jones but my favorite was Peter Tork. At least there was some hope there. Davy was just too cute, too impossible a dream.

A few years ago, there was a CD available at Costco of greatest hits of the Monkees. I bought it and played “Last Train to Clarksville” over and over again. I just loved that song. But who doesn’t love “Daydream Believer“. Another great song.

Dear Davy, I hope you are banging away on your heavenly tambourine. The Monkees will never be the same without you!

Join me on my graceful journey.

6 Replies to “Cheer Up Sleepy Jean”

  1. So many little girls felt the same way. Dreamy Davy … and now he’s gone. Thank you for the memory of a sweet time … hairbrush in hand … and we all sang along with the 45’s. We secretly wished we could be the first Girl Monkee to join in their antics. And maybe, just maybe we too could wear a silly hat and have people fall in love with us just as the did with the fellas.

  2. The first concert I ever went to was the Monkees with my mom at (oddly enough) Jones Beach. I think I was like 11 or 12 at the time. A few months or so later they were doing this press juncket at the Hard Rock Cafe, and I begged mom to let me miss school & take me, well she did. They put me on the news that evening and I met Mickey, Peter, and Davey. Such down to earth gentleman, they made my year. Travel well Davey.

  3. Well, Jo, speaking as one of the neighbors who was part of the group, we did have a great childhood filled with time spent with close friends and lots of joy and laughter. I so remember the Monkee concerts!!! Davy was simply dreamy!!

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