Yesterday afternoon, as I refreshed the permanent Evil Beet tab on my internets, I had a heavy heart. I was preparing to read Jenn’s goodbye post and cry (and I did), and then another post caught my eye as well, and that was the post where we learned that Davy Jones, beautiful singer and keyboard player for The Monkees, had passed away. I was doubly devastated.
I wish I had had a chance before now to talk about my incredible love for the Monkees, but, for whatever reason, it never really came up. But you guys, I love the Monkees, and, of course, Davy Jones was my favorite. Back when I was around 10 or so, I was obsessed. I watched all the reruns I could, and when my mom got me the Greatest Hits album for my birthday, I cried so hard and made all my friends (both of them!) listen to it with me. Then, one magical summer, my aunt bought me a ticket to see them LIVE IN CONCERT. The Monkees, all together (except Mike), performing all their old hits, could you imagine? I cried again because it was just such a beautiful night. The Monkees will forever be in my heart, and with this sad, sad news about Davy Jones, I feel like Marcia Brady did when she got hit in the face with a football. Or, you know, like she would feel when she heard that Davy Jones is dead.
To aid in my latest cry fest (I seriously cry all the time, have you picked that up yet?), the three remaining Monkeys, Mike, Mickey, and Peter, have all weighed in about Davy Jones’ sudden passing. Check it out:
“All the lovely people. Where do they all come from?” began a statement from the Monkees’ guitarist, who was as shocked as anybody to learn that the 66-year-old Jones had died today after suffering a heart attack.
“So many lovely and heartfelt messages of condolence and sympathy, I don’t know what to say, except my sincere thank you to all. I share and appreciate your feelings,” Nesmith continued. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.”
“While it is jarring, and sometimes seems unjust, or strange, this transition we call dying and death is a constant in the mortal experience that we know almost nothing about,” the musician said.
“I am of the mind that it is a transition and I carry with me a certainty of the continuity of existence. While I don’t exactly know what happens in these times, there is an ongoing sense of life that reaches in my mind out far beyond the near horizons of mortality and into the reaches of infinity.
“That David has stepped beyond my view causes me the sadness that it does many of you,” he continued, “I will miss him, but I won’t abandon him to mortality. I will think of him as existing within the animating life that insures existence. I will think of him and his family with that gentle regard in spite of all the contrary appearances on the mortal plane. David’s spirit and soul live well in my heart, among all the lovely people, who remember with me the good times, and the healing times, that were created for so many, including us.
“I have fond memories. I wish him safe travels.”
“I am in a state of shock,” fellow Monkee Mickey Dolenz said in a statement as well. “Davy and I grew up together and shared in the unique success of what became The Monkees phenomena. The time we worked together and had together is something I’ll never forget. He was the brother I never had and this leaves a gigantic hole in my heart. The memories have and will last a lifetime. My condolences go out to his family.”
The fourth member of the Monkee brotherhood, Peter Tork, also spoke out via Facebook: “It is with great sadness that I reflect on the sudden passing of my long-time friend and fellow-adventurer, David Jones. His talent will be much missed; his gifts will be with us always. My deepest sympathy to [his wife] Jessica and the rest of his family.
“Adios, to the Manchester Cowboy. Peace and love, Peter T.”
It’s good to know that they’re all still such lovely people, isn’t it? Except Mike. Mike was always a douchebag.
March 1, 2012 at 10:30 am by Emily
The Monkees’ Davy Jones—he was the cute tiny elfin one, especially compared to that smirking ogre Micky Dolenz—has died. Jones was only 66.
The Monkees were a four-piece band assembled for The Monkees, the 1960s TV show. Jones and Dolenz split responsibilities as lead singer and frontman. Jones sang lead vocals on “Daydream Believer,” one of the band’s hits.
At the beginning the Monkees were, by all accounts, a “fake band,” but the Monkees fought the television show’s producers for more creative control. They eventually began playing their own instruments and writing many of their own songs, achieving a sort of artistic legitimacy.
Before joining the Monkees, Davy Jones was a horse jockey; he returned to racing horses after the Monkees disbanded.
According to his publicist, Jones died in his sleep.
(Image via PDX Retro.)
February 29, 2012 at 11:30 am by Jenn
The Monkees’ Davy Jones married his post-mid-life crisis August 30th at her parent’s home in Miami.
The singer and actor is 63 years old and his new bride is 32. None of his children nor his former Monkees bandmates attended the ceremony. Age is the least of his worries. Turns out, his new wife, Jessica Pacheco, likes to beat the shit out of him.
“Davy admits Jessica’s violent with him, but she’s drop-dead gorgeous and has clearly captivated him,” said a source who eyewitness-ed her hitting him. “He says, ‘It’s my life. I don’t want to be alone.’”
Exploding in a fiery rage, Jessica had “punched, scratched, kicked and bruised Davy,” explained the eyewitness.
“She’s thrown things at him. I’ve seen the cuts, seen the injuries. And he never hits her back. He’s just the nicest guy.
“I have a journal she wrote, confessing to beating him. I’m keeping it to give to the police in case she kills him. She once cracked his rib with her shoe.”
Conditions had gotten so bad that Davy’s four daughters recently planned to “rescue” him from her, said the pal. But it never took place because the on-again, off-again pair temporarily split up for six months but then Davy shocked everyone with the sudden wedding announcement.
The pal fears Davy has closed his eyes to danger.
“During a cruise,” said the friend, Jessica exploded over an imagined slight “and got so psycho, people had to hold her down.”
Why is it that the public reacts so strongly to a woman suffering at the hands of a physical abuser, but not a man? I think there’s a perception that men are physically stronger, more able to defend themselves. There’s no real defense for a bullet, however. Davy could end up dead at the hands of this chick. I hope he gets out … and soon.