I'm saddened by the recent death of Davy Jones.
I was a huge fan of the Monkees in high school. I knew all the words to all of the songs. I loved jumping on my bed with my sister singing, "Hey, hey we're the Monkees!" Yes, I jumped on my bed. A lot. But my favorite Monkee memory is remembering how my infatuation with this fabulous band started...
It was the spring of my seventh or eighth grade year I believe and I attended a retreat at our local church camp. The band for the weekend sang "I'm A Believer" but changed the words from "...and then I saw her face" to "...and then I saw his face." "He" being Jesus. Well, being the very impressionable youth that I was, I thought I had just learned this great new song about Jesus. Ha ha! I had no idea it was a famous song until my Dad asked why I was singing it like that. And to that I'm sure I had a smart reply. Apparently, I had ruined a classic hit of his generation. Great song. Not about Jesus tho.
After I discovered it was a real song by real artists, I was blasting the Monkees all the time and singing the correct words. Ahh my stupid teen years...
I fell in love with the Beatles that same weekend. The lyrics weren't manipulated tho.
RIP Davy Jones
I was a huge fan of the Monkees in high school. I knew all the words to all of the songs. I loved jumping on my bed with my sister singing, "Hey, hey we're the Monkees!" Yes, I jumped on my bed. A lot. But my favorite Monkee memory is remembering how my infatuation with this fabulous band started...
It was the spring of my seventh or eighth grade year I believe and I attended a retreat at our local church camp. The band for the weekend sang "I'm A Believer" but changed the words from "...and then I saw her face" to "...and then I saw his face." "He" being Jesus. Well, being the very impressionable youth that I was, I thought I had just learned this great new song about Jesus. Ha ha! I had no idea it was a famous song until my Dad asked why I was singing it like that. And to that I'm sure I had a smart reply. Apparently, I had ruined a classic hit of his generation. Great song. Not about Jesus tho.
After I discovered it was a real song by real artists, I was blasting the Monkees all the time and singing the correct words. Ahh my stupid teen years...
I fell in love with the Beatles that same weekend. The lyrics weren't manipulated tho.
RIP Davy Jones
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