The teen heartthrob from the 1960s, and lead vocalist for “The Monkees,” died of a heart attack this morning. He was 66.
A classic flashback from my youth, below.
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…and Davy takes the last train to Clarksville…
He still looks like a kid. rip (and everybody else who died today).
As many have been saying on Facebook (well, many ladies, at any rate), he was my favorite Monkee. I went to see him perform live a couple of years ago — very glad I did so. I first saw him perform live onstage in NY when he was in the original Broadway cast of “Oliver.” Did you know that he and the rest of the cast performed on the Ed Sullivan show the same night that the Beatles made their U.S. debut? At any rate, it is sad that Davy died so young. RIP.
Great memories of all those Monkee’s songs and Davy. Too young to leave this mortal coil!
My favorite Monkees song is Now I’m a Believer.
I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What’s the use in tryin’?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.
Then I saw her face, now I’m a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I’m in love, I’m a believer!
I couldn’t leave her if I tried
Rest in peace.
Manny—I was singing as I read your post. Great song!
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I vote for Daydream Believer.
My wife and I just watched the linked video together. Amazing to see this part of our past. You could understand the lyrics, the song made sense, and no one was exposing private parts or doing crazy things just to draw attention.
And I can’t choose between Daydream Believer, I’m a Believer, Last Train to Clarksville, and the group’s theme song (Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees) to declare one favorite.