I cried when John Lennon was shot.
I cried when cancer took George Harrison.
When i heard the news about Davy Jones, i didn't cry. Not until i watched a clip of him performing "Daydream Believer" On youtube. So, so Many of the influences on my tastes in music have gone . "It's a part of growing up" people tell me . Maybe so it doesn't make it easy. It didn't make it easy when one of my best friends shot himself just hours after telling me how excited he was about his new job. It doesn't make it fair either
Sorry i sound angry, maybe i am but at what or who is a mystery at present.
I'm not even sure if i have a point to make either... maybe i just need to vent..
My memories of Mr Jones started with the Monkees, every Wednesday at 4.30 teatime on BBC1 total silence reigned in our house. TOTAL SILENCE. In a house with seven kids that is some kind of Miracle, trust me, i was there, our mum was afraid she'd gone deaf!
They were happy times and then the Monkees became part of my musical Trinity - The Beatles, The Beach Boys, and them
As i grew older my tastes became more diverse, but it was these three bands from my childhood that always resonated with me and the music i'd turn to when i felt my life and issues became too complicated. It took me to simpler , happier, times and that's good. Well it was and still is for me.
so as i said earlier on twitter "R.I.P,Davy Jones. Say hi to John and George for us"
night night, little blog
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