When I was a kid I LOVED the Monkees. Of course I did. I was a girl and I was born in the 60's. All of the girls had a crush on Davy Jones because he just had a presence, a kindness that was evident in his broad smile--even to a five, six, seven year old.
I was saddened to learn that Davy Jones had died of a heart attack at the age of 66. It's funny but back then I didn't care one bit about the Beatles; it was all about the Monkees. Right now I'm seeing myself at the age of 5 dancing and singing to Daydream Believer with my sister. Fond memories. RIP Davy Jones, my first star crush!