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The Loss of Davy Jones (by a disillusioned fan)
I have been a fan of The Monkees since 1986 - not as long as a lot of people, granted, but it's hard to be a fan in utero, let alone several years before your parents even met.
Davy was always my favorite - the accent gets me every time.
I started to get disillusioned with him around the mid-90s and every time he opened his mouth, I would get more and more disgusted (comes partly with the process of growing up and seeing things from a different perspective, I guess, but mostly from the snarky things he would say about Micky, Peter, and Mike). I know they weren't the best of friends, but did he have to keep doing that? I, personally, don't think so.
After years of going to The Monkees and Davy Jones concerts, the same jokes over and over got a little old. How many times can one hear "I have four daughters - All girls" before one wants to hurl...honestly? It was funny the first three times I heard it...after that, I could've done without it.
None of this changes the fact that I'm gonna miss him. He and the rest of The Monkees have been a part of my life for such a long time and, eventhough Davy made me roll my eyes more than once (like you do at your older family members when they say something that they just don't realize sounds racist nowadays), I'm gonna miss that short, drunk, English bastard. He certainly made life interesting. You never knew what was gonna come out of his mouth.
Davy and I had a love/hate relationship - both feelings were mine. He didn't even know I existed. I could've talked to him once. I was covering for a door greeter at a store where I used to work, and he came shopping. Being the door greeter, I was SUPPOSED to say hi to everyone...I didn't say a word to him. He came back nearly an hour later to drop off his basket...I didn't say a word to him. Still loved him at this point...and he HAD to be sweet, he bought a Barbie doll (I assume for one of his daughters for Christmas).
I LOVED seeing him at Front Street Station because he could relax and be as raunchy as he wanted to be. The one time we saw him there he sang some song that has, ever since, been known as "Slap Me!" It could be the actual title, I don't really know. But, we saw him later that year somewhere else and I wanted him to sing that song again, so Juicebox yelled "SLAP ME!" (more than once). After Juici made another comment about something totally unrelated, he says, "I've had just about enough out of you, lady!" Okay, so maybe there was a little bit of hate on his part, too. :) I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.
Sad thing is, I was nearly over being mad at him and was going to try and see him this summer if he were back in Hershey...now I can't.