The more I've thought about this, the sadder I've felt, although except for a tiny sliver of my life, one long ago summer, I never really considered myself a Monkees fan. Since the passing of Davy Jones, I've heard from so many old friends and family members: A cousin reminded me that Oliver (with Davy Jones as the Artful Dodger) was one of the first Broadway musicals we attended (although I don't honestly have a clear memory of it). My younger sister (who was a huge Monkees fan) emailed me a photo of us together, in front of the Monkee mobile - she is posing against the railing, all smiles, while I am behind her, standing straight, looking like a bored and tolerant older sister. A friend talked about the night we all saw the Monkees at Forest Hills when a teenager started a "We want the Monkees!" cheer in our section that drowned out the (to us unknown at the time) guitarist (Hendrix) who opened for them that night. I wrote about my memories of going to Zilch, buying love beads, and the English woman who worked behind the counter, who we were told was Davy's mother.
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Several of my friends posted this yesterday and one of them, who once worked with Jerry, told us that "Jerry liked the Monkees."
I think much of the scorn heaped on the band may have come from certain journalists rather than from their fellow musicians. Peter was a musician who was part of the NYC folk music scene and a friend of Stephen Stills (who tried out for the role that Peter ultimately took). Mike was a musician too (writing and performing music). Not everyone cared for the television show and not everyone cared for their pop music sound, but my friends who were/are musicians have had nothing but good things to say about the individual members of the Monkees, as people and as musicians/performers.