|My record collection began with this tape.|
Looking back on it, I was fucking obnoxious. But, I’d been affected by music for the first time in my life, so the experience was visceral and occupied my every waking thought. According to my super narrow and very young perspective, The Monkees were the perfect band (even if they weren’t for real).
News came today that Davy Jones, the closest of the cast to mimic The Beatles, (dreamboat, good voice, British), suffered a heart attack at 66 and passed away.
While I’ve long since outgrown my Monkees fixation, certain albums I still revisit, Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones, Ltd. and the Head soundtrack being two of my all-time favorites. Head, which was the over the top psychedelic comedy that essentially destroyed the group’s career, I highly regard as an art film very ahead of its time and bleakly illustrative of how trapped by fame the so-called “Prefab Four” felt. Inasmuch as they’d been developed and manufactured for prime time television, a mod 60s era Marx Brothers based in the comedic exploits of a fake rock band, they fought for credibility at the expense of their own success.
|Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd., behind glass.|
Davy Jones, who prior to his stint as a Monkee had had aspirations of being a jockey, will remain one of the figures in my life that helped me gain an appreciation for music. To him and the surviving other three, Michael Nesmith, Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tork, you have my thanks.
Rest in peace, Davy Jones.
Letters From A Tapehead