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Davy Jones. RIP
Written by Jimmy
I’m a child of the sixties. Literally. I was a litte kid with older brothers and sisters who were the hippies and flower children. I liked the Monkees, the Beatles (mainly Maxwell’s Silver Hammer) and the Patridge Family (mainly chubby little Danny that sadly resembled me). Anyone who was 8-10 during the Monkees has at least one picture of his or her top 5 friends doing the Monkee walk, arms around shoulders, right and left legs going side by side, shouting as you wonder down suburban streets – “Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees”. We thought we were very cool.
Later in our late teens we denied all this and claimed to me listening to Dylan, to Baez to Mothers of Invention. We weren’t . We were watching the Batman TV series and doing the Monkees walk. And Davy was at the heart of this – the cute one, about our size. He had a funny accent, which amused us, but we liked him because he was our size. So, the truth was, this was my sixties! Not Woodstock. Not Altamant. But the Monkees. So it is a sad day… Here’s to Davy and his last train!