Wednesday, February 29, 2012

RIP Davy Jones

RIP Davy Jones 1945-2012: 
Today is truly a sad day for me.  Davy Jones, the youngest member of the 60's TV show The Monkees died today of a heart attack.  I cannot tell you how profoundly sad I am.  I wonder if any of the Monkees truly understand what was created back then and really how their work touches others.

I remember when I was first introduced to the world of The Monkees; it was 1986 and The Monkees aired on MTV.  I remember being a very sad 12 year old, living in a very volatile and abusive household, feeling alone and unhappy when a simple channel change changed everything.  I remember seeing the colorful screen, hearing the background laugh track and watching four boys (men for me actually) whooping it up and having fun all while playing INCREDIBLY uplifing music.  Something inside me felt REALLY, REALLY happy.  "I remember The Monkees",  my mom had said.  I asked my stepfather who they were and he explained that it was a popular show when he was young.  I was transfixed to the screen and no one even attempted to change the channel.

Back then, most households only had one television and ours was a large unit that was inconveniently located right outside of the entrance to the hallway leading to the bathroom and all the bedrooms.  I was always waiting until commercials to pass in front of the TV as to not disturb anyone's television show in progress, even to go to the bathroom.  Pass in front of the TV at the wrong moment and you were sure to get a severe look no matter how bad you had to go.   And there I sat, and sat, and sat as one episode after another aired.  IT WAS A MARATHON!!!  To this day, looking back at that weekend I'm still amazed at how I was changed... how EVERYTHING seemed to change.  First, I've always been shocked at WHY in such a tumultuous, angry and loud household everyone shut up.  The only noise I remember in that house for the ENTIRE marathon was the sound of The Monkees singing and playing.  Second, why was everyone so respectful of MY interest in this show?  I even remember that everyone else was waiting for commercials to pass in front of the screen.  You honestly would have had to have been there to understand how powerful that was. And finally, I remember taking real breaths.  Isn't that weird?  I remember breathing deeply and feeling very good.  I also remember it being like spring outside and the smell of freshly mowed grass still takes me back to THAT weekend.  It was almost as if God gave me a bright, uplifting, and peaceful vacation from all the turmoil that I was going through.  That was the greatest weekend of my life and I've loved The Monkees ever since.

This is definitely a profound loss.


Alison said...

What a beautiful story. Thank you so much for sharing it. This is a huge loss to me as well. I will be touching on it a little in my blog post tomorrow, but you have inspired to give Davy his very own post. With my Monkees will be tough to narrow them down! It is wonderful that they helped you through so much difficulty. Truly a touching story. Thank you again for sharing it.

Julie Tucker-Wolek said...

Davy and the Monkees were amazing! Such a great story Danielle!! TFS!

Jennie Lin Black said...

I am glad your life is happier now.. we love you.. and I will let you walk past me to go potty!