"I wanna be free. Like the bluebirds flying by me; like the waves out on the blue sea. If your love has to tie me; don't try me. Say goodbye." When he sang that to me, I knew he wasn't ready for my love. I was sad, but I understood. I could wait. Soon, he would see; I was the one for him and he was the one for me.
Then I heard "I'll be true to you, yes I will. Every dream that you have, I'll fulfill. I never promised this to anyone before, but I'll be true to you, yes I will." I knew our time had come. I knew that he would wait for me. I knew that when I reached the tender age of 18, we would magically meet and live happily ever after. It was 1967. I was nine. And "he" was Davy Jones, Monkee extrodinaire. I loved Davy. He was the cute one. The one from that far off exotic place called London, England.
Davy was my first "Rock N Roll" super crush and the first person to break my heart. When I was 11, I read in 16 Magazine that he had married. I couldn't believe it. He was supposed to wait for me! How could he have done this?
Many years later, MTV showed reruns of the show. And my crush returned. Later that same year, I was fortunate enough to go to their reunion concert. He wasn't quite what he had been in 1967, but it was 1986, so who was? The show was wonderful. Watching the three of them (Mike of the green knit cap was conspicuously absent) clowning around and making jokes between songs was kind of like watching an episode of their show. They were and are great showmen.
Upon hearing the news of Davy's passing, I didn't weep great salt-crocodile tears, but I was a bit sad. Thank you, Davy, for all the years that you spent entertaining us. For being "the cute one". For breaking my little girl's heart and teaching me a lesson in reality. Rest in peace, Davy Jones...we will miss you.
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