It’s odd, but I can recall when the Monkees were on TV in prime time. I think I was about 2 or 3, but I remember being in the room upstairs of the house we lived in at the time, watching them.
When I was about 6, my sister and her friend gave me all their old copies of their Monkees albums and I was in heaven. I watched the show, then in syndication, every Saturday without fail. I was going to grow up and marry Davy, you see, and Saturdays were my only chance to “see” him.
I was also never going to be taller than 5’3”, because he was 5’3” and I couldn’t be taller than him. That’s what I decided anyway, lol. Isn’t it funny how at 6 you think you can control those things?
Of course, Davy would always remain as he was, until I caught up to him age-wise. He would wait for me! I was certain of that. Then we would grow old together.
By 9, I’d moved on to Donny – such is the fickleness of youth! But Davy would always be my first “love.”
And when I was 6, no one, and I mean NO ONE, had moves like he did! As much as 6 years olds can, he made me swoon.
It’s hard to believe he’s gone!
Thank you for the memories, Davy. My condolences to your wife and daughters.