mr jones was not my favourite monkee, i am sadden by his death. it is losing a bit of childhood.
now we have 2 beatles, and 3 monkees.
Will the real Davy Jones please stand up?
I always loved that bit.
So sad. A local digital subchannel carries a network called AntennaTV and they run the Monkees from 5-6p every Saturday and Sunday, and I try to catch it each week. I’ll miss knowing that they’re all still out there Monkeeing around. Though I suppose now he may be Monkeeing around in Heaven.
And three of the original Byrds. But I think we still have all our Turtles.
Oh, I loved him so when I was young girl. Rip, Davy.
I’ve always had a soft spot for the Monkees. Sure they were pre-fab, but it was good pop music at the right time. Loved the TV show as a kid and Davy was my favorite.
so sad. I loved Davy, even though I was a Micky girl at heart.
Davy Jones was my first crush too. I raided my piggy bank and bought the new 45 RPM of Daydream Believer, put on my mom’s lipstick, and made smooch marks on its cover. I still have it somewhere.
In the late 80s I sat a few seats from him on a plane. Bit of a let-down.
RIP, Davy.
Has anyone done a wellness check on Bobby Sherman or David Cassidy? News like this makes me not want to leave the house.
(even though Mike was my fave, Davy gave me a lifelong letch for men with British accents)
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Well, damn. 
The Monkees were a big part of my childhood. I’m not sure, but I may have even had a Monkees lunchbox. I do know they made them. Now they’re starting to drop.
I’m listening to the BBC obituary as I type this.
RIP, Davy.
EDIT: BBC mentioned that Neil Diamond wrote I’m a Believer and just tweeted how great it had been that The Monkees sang some of his early songs.
below i found in a news mention
“You know I used to be a heartthrob and now I’m a coronary,” Jones said in an interview last August with the Broadway World.
They were a purely corporate creation. Decent performers and they at least made an effort to break away from their roots. Still, nostalgia and sentimentality are funny things.
And another part of my youth dies. RIP Davy.
Davy was on the Sullivan show the same night as the Beatles.
When I heard the news yesterday, I cried for two hours straight. Meanwhile, my SO was preparing to go to his nephew’s funeral. His nephew was a “real” person in my life, inasmuch as he was a member of SO’s family and I had met him (once) in person.
I cried my heart out over Davy Jones, a person I’d never met, while I only shed two or three tears for a person who had at least a passing real-life connection to me. Needless to say, I felt guilty for grieving so hard for Davy.
The Monkees impacted my life for so many years. It wasn’t the kind of impact that real life troubles or joys have. It was like: this was a good, fun thing that I remember fondly. Their music was the soundtrack to my childhood, and as an adult I could happily lose myself in those old songs.
In my teens, I saw them in concert, which was easily one of the highlights of my life. Only the births of my children were more joyful than that.
I cried when my (now ex) husband sold my Monkees records for 25 cents apiece in a garage sale. That’s not why he’s my ex, but that would have been grounds for divorce.
Last spring, I could have seen the Monkees in concert again. I really wanted to, but the tickets were expensive. $500 for good seats and a backstage pass. I decided not to go. Stupid!
It’s weird to be so shocked and grieved for a person I never knew.
At the moment, the world just seems broken.
If you only met your SO’s nephew once, there was no real emotional connection, was there? Even if you never ever met Davy Jones, he DID impact your emotions over a period of years, and I’m not surprised or shocked over your tears. Heck, I cried more tears over Jim Henson’s funeral (on TV) than I did at my own father’s funeral. Sorry to see the old man go and all, but we never had a real conversation in my whole life, there just wasn’t much there.
Back in the day my dad wouldn’t let me watch the Monkees. They were a threat to Western Civilistion with their long hair and pretty faces and their pop. I’ve been sitting here trying to think how to explain that mindset but ya know I can’t, I just can’t go back into that time when something so harmless and silly made grown men angry.
Isn’t it strange that someone you never knew could affect you so much more than “real” people in your life? Or maybe there are different ways of “knowing” someone. A person can have an impact even if he never knew you existed. I certainly spent a lot more time “with” Davy Jones (if only in my mind) than I did with SO’s nephew.
Like I said, I only met my SO’s nephew once. He was a drug dealer. He was in and out of jail since he was a teenager. He had a young daughter. He was a handsome, smart kid with a lot of unused potential.
I don’t know who Davy Jones really was, aside from my memories of him on TV and vinyl and on Wikipedia.
Davy Jones had a decent life, even a charmed life, and was loved by many. His main attribute was being “cute”. My SO’s nephew was “just” a criminal, a regular guy who struggled and made mistakes, and only a few people grieve his loss. That’s just sad.
I apologize for being longwinded. The juxtaposition of these two deaths is troubling to me.
I still own their first album, played it when I heard.
Always loved “I wanna be free”
I get you, syncope.
The thing that affects me about Davy Jones dying is, the Monkees came along at a special time of my life. The Monkees were different because we saw them on TV every week. Their music sort of imprinted itself on me, if you follow, and through my whole life every time I heard a Monkees song, I was taken back to that special time. It was a better world, happier times. We were young. The future was bright. College, career, dating, marriage, all ahead. That’s sort of what makes me sad, not Davy Jones per se, but mourning those happy days past, too.