Most days pass and I fail to notice that I am older until something forces me to stop and admit that I am not a kid.
The Monkees died of a heart attack. The news revealed Davy was 66 years old. What? How can that be?
He and the rest of the band are young men. They survive prat falls, run crazy in multiple directions at once and still have enough breath to play instruments and entice listeners to sing along with their feel good songs.
Then reality rudely demands attention and reminds me that The Monkees TV show only ran from 1966 to 1968, over 40 years ago. Wait that means they got older and so did I, and all the little girls with cherished crushes on the band. I was going to marry Peter Tork. I did not have a clue as to how we would meet, but at 11 years old, I was not worried about the details. All my daydreams involved marrying Peter and traveling with the Monkees.
Now, memories of watching their show and then pretending to be a rock star make me smile. Soon, I will be 57 not 11 and even though I did not marry Peter; I am still a Daydream Believer.
|Micky Dolenz, Davy jones, Peter Tork, Michael Nesmith|
Thank you Monkees for all the fun. Love and prayers to Davy's family and friends.