There are baby boomers, and there are baby boomer icons. Davy Jones, the lead singer of The Monkees, was born the year before the start of our generation but to some boomers, including once-breathless teen girls as well as writer Mike Petrie, he represents fond memories of bygone boomer years.This is a leap year. There were twenty-nine days in February. It happens every four years. If I’d been born on this date during a leap year I’d technically still be a teenager. Interesting concept.
But I’m not still a teenager and, as if I needed to be reminded of that fact, former teenage heart-throb Davy Jones of the band the Monkees has died. At the age of 66, he was several years older than me and died of a heart attack at his home in Florida. A very real reminder of my own mortality and that of my entire generation. As the Monkees once sang, “We’re the young generation and we’ve got something to say.” Well, we Baby Boomers may not be finished as a generation with impact on the world but truth be known, we now have had our say and are no longer the young generation. We are of an age when things like heart attacks may become more commonplace than love-ins.
Though I was never a true Monkees fan, I remember watching them on TV every week as a kid. They meant something to my generation. The older of my two sisters thought Davy Jones was the “absolute cutest boy on earth!” I first heard the news of his passing on the car radio while picking my kids up from school. My kids in the backseat were soon singing merrily and loudly about soaking up the sun as a Sheryl Crow song came on. They have no idea who the Monkees were and Davy Jones means absolutely nothing to them.
Now my kids are “the young generation with something to say” and have their own rock heroes. Life goes on. But I confess feeling more than a tinge of sadness at the news about Jones. Rest in peace Davy.
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