The out-of-the blue death of Davy Jones this week got me thinking about The Monkees and how much I loved them. I did. Still do. Had a major crush on Peter, but I thought they were all terrific. Davy, in fact, was my least favorite Monkee, at least until I found out he’d been a jockey.
The Monkees were a formative part of my youth. Such “radical” music as Dylan, Marley or The Beatles would never have been allowed in our house, but The Monkees came across as silly and harmless, except for their long hair and music, and I was able to sneak them under the parental radar. I just about wore out my Monkees albums and had every song memorized. I still remember an amazing number of them, all these years later.
But in retrospect, I realized that I learned some pretty important things from the Monkees. Herewith, my list.
* You can always choose to laugh.
* Puns are an acceptable form of humor; the more groan-y the better.
* If you say rebellious things with a smile, you’re more likely to get away with it.
* Take the chances that come to you. If they’re not perfect, so what? Make changes. If you can’t make changes, watch for the next chance and move on.
* Stand up for your own integrity.
* War is a losing – and a loser’s – game.
* Ask questions.
* Defy authority.
* Don’t take any of it too seriously.
* Follow your own path.
Maybe these don’t seem like much to you, but to me they were absolutely radical ideas. And I loved them. Love them. Hey hey…