Lucky for me (not so much for him) Davy Jones died recently giving me an easy topic for my ‘d’ post in the a to z challenge. Okay that was disgustingly disrespectful. I apologize.
I found it sad to hear of Davy’s demise. I first developed a crush on the dapper young man when he did a guest shot on The Brady Bunch. Just to refresh your memory, Marcia, the eldest Brady daughter tried to book Davy to play at her school dance - just as she was phoning her teacher to say it hadn’t worked out Davy shows up at her door. DING-DONG!
I was dying of laughter at that clip. Marcia sure dug Davy. Kids today don’t use the expression “I dig it”. They just say “epic” or “sweet”. But I kind of miss that way of exclaiming delight. It’s almost on par with “groovy” which is a word that was also often used to describe Davy. Sorry, I’m digressing.
What makes Davy even more divine is that he played the part of Dodger in the stage production of Oliver Twist. I am a HUGE fan of theatre of ALL kinds but Oliver will always be my very favourite musical production. The dancing and the ditties are to die for. I love every darn one of them.
Here is a clip from the Ed Sullivan show. It is Davy as Dodger convincing Georgia Brown (as Nancy) that he’d do anything for her. Anything? Anything. Anything for you. Sorry. I can’t stop singing along when I hear a song from Oliver. (double points to anyone who recognises why Ed should have done a do-over in his introduction)
Coincidentally, that Ed Sullivan episode was the same one on which The Beatles made their first American appearance. Don’t even get me started on The Beatles. I’m also a HUGE and dedicated fan of them. So the story goes, Davy watched The Beatles from the side of the stage, and when he saw the girls going delirious he said to himself ”This is it. I want to get myself a dose of that” (or something to that effect).
So eventually The Monkees were born with Davy as lead singer. His desires were met in the “dame” department as he married four times in his life. Obviously, that also meant three divorces. (Sorry, just wanted to get in another ‘d’ word.)
And so Davy went on to a successful singing and acting career. He cheered up Sleepy Jean and defined what it meant to be a Daydream Believer - not to mention a Homecoming Queen. (What does it mean? Do you know? Because I sure don’t.)
For the record, if it were up to me to decide, I’d declare Davy was just as dapper (in fact more distinguished and debonair) looking at the end of his life as he was back in his Marcia Brady days. Rest in peace Davy Jones.