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Okay, okay, stop it! I can't stand it anymore!
For Chrissake, yes: I'll blog about Davy Jones dying, already!
Here's what I think: Micky Dolenz sang more of the Monkees songs that I like than Davy did. And I blame Mike Nesmith and his stupid lumberjack hat for billions of hipsters in, first, the Pacific Northwest and then across the globe, wearing the same hat. Not sure how that relates to Davy, but they were in the same band together and Davy was the Cute One (sorta like Paul) and could perhaps have suggested to Mike that, maybe, if he'd take off the cap, he'd get more babes …
Also: as the remembrances and eulogies come pouring in across the world wide web, could folks PLEASE — and this includes professional journalists who ought to know better — stop writing variations on how they'll bet Davy's in heaven in a terrific band.
By now, we should all realize that, if you add up all the musicians who've died since Earth began, and assume with the requisite Christian charity that they're all in heaven and in a band together, the goddamn group's got more players in it than have been in Lynyrd Skynyrd.
And so, ah, Davy, I say to you — rest in peace. Out.