Just to add another note - my older sister texted me this morning to say that the Monkees reminded her so much of the way we were in 1986 that she cries when the tributes come on - we were all such fans and the Monkees brought us such joy.
Last night, I posted about this on Facebook, and my two best friends from middle school who I haven't talked to in
years posted replies to me about it. One of them attended the Astroworld concert with me. After all this time, Davy Jones' death helped us connect again. The fervor faded as we got older, but the fandom and the memories that come with it never died.
Comparisons to Whitney Houston's recent death are inevitable. On that topic, I just want to say that while my friends and I all listened to Whitney Houston, her death didn't cause friends and family members to text, post, and call each other and cry. Davy's death did. He was tied very tightly to the hearts of many in a way that you don't see every day. Gosh, we will miss him.
Davy's official site has a lovely tribute to him:
http://davyjones.net/