I have Davy Jones on the brain.
This is a bad thing.
A celebrity's death should not bug me in quite the way that Davy's had.
Sure, he was my first crush in the late 70s when I was all of 5 years old.
Sure I saw him and the other Monkees in concert about 4 times and him solo once.
It isn't as if he's family.
But yet, his music has been in my life for about 32 years.
Sleepy Jean...just can't cheer up anymore..
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