Man. It's been a bad week for childhood icons.
At mental_floss:
Davy Jones, whom every girl in my third grade class crushed on back in 1967, who nicknamed the profile-less Micky Dolenz “Skillet Face” upon first meeting him, who cheerfully reprised his role as Marcia Brady’s prom date in Real Live Brady Bunch stage shows, and whose rabid female fans cheesed Jimi Hendrix off by yelling “Foxy Davy!” during “Foxy Lady” when the guitar legend opened for the Prefab Four, has gone on to that Groovy Crash Pad in the Sky after suffering a heart attack.
Oh. *sob*
My great-gran LOVE, love, loved the Monkees, and so I'm doubly sad, because even when she went blind, when I was very, very wee, she'd sit me on her lap in front of the TV, and she would listen while I would watch. I had no idea who/what they really were, but they were cool because they were weird.
And because my great-gran liked them.
:(
Posted by: tanita | 01 March 2012 at 04:13 AM