Daydream Believer

Davy Jones and Me

I got the news in a text from my daughter.
“OMG!  What?!”  I texted back.
It’s a hoax, I reasoned.  A cruel internet hoax, I told myself as I ran upstairs to Google his name.
I clicked on one of the links detailing the unexpected death of Davy Jones.  My eyes filled with tears as I read about the heart attack he suffered.  My reaction surprised me.  Never before had I been so moved by the death of a celebrity.  Certainly far more stellar entertainers have gone before– Lennon, Morrison, Hendrix—and yet it was Davy who drew my emotions to the surface.

In 1966, when the first Monkees episodes aired, I was a budding adolescent.  It was a time of discovery, of change – garter belts and sanitary belts, mascara and mini skirts, blue eye shadow and pale lipstick,  go-go boots and Jean Naté.
Davy’s rakish grin and Carnaby Street style captivated me.  And what was it about that adorable British accent that turned my heart into figgy pudding?
I never missed an episode.  And even though the show only ran for two seasons, having the teen idol in my living room, sharing in his scripted adventures brought an intimacy to our relationship that I never felt with other performers of the era.

Davy Jones
Davy Jones circa 1966

Over the years, I all but forgot about the object of my first celebrity crush until 2000 when I saw a small article in the local paper announcing his appearance that day in San Ramon to promote his latest memoir, “Daydream Believer.”

A youthful giddiness engulfed me at the thought of seeing Davy in person.  I instructed my husband to meet me with our camera at the appointed hour.  I wasn’t about to let this chance of a lifetime slip by unrecorded.
I stood in line with the bevy of aging teeny boppers queued up in the sweltering afternoon sun, waiting to breathe the same oxygen as their teen idol.
Gracious, friendly and patient, Davy took time out between autographing copies of his book to pose for photos with his long time fans.
My heart still aches when I think about his passing.  But the timeless melodies and lyrics of his songs will forever transport me to that tender place in my memory when The Monkees mischief aired weekly, and daydream believers walked the halls of my junior high.


Camille DeFer Thompson has been writing since childhood.  She has won acclaim for her fiction and non-fiction published in a number of anthologies, including Publishing Syndicate’s recent release, “Not Your Mother’s Book…On Home Improvement”. 

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Camille lives with her husband in Northern California.

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About Sadhvi

Sadhvi's trying to find the balance in life over 50 without having any surgery, taking any pills, or killing anyone. She doesn't want to look or feel the way she felt when she was 20 or 30. Trusting that everything is really OK unless you think about it helps her make it through each day. Also realizing that nothing can be done, and, that nothing matters really helps. Gardening (and weeding), poppies and flowers, painting on things, baking, and sharing on Oops50 helps to make it all right too.

11 thoughts on “Daydream Believer

  1. Mick, I know Micky sang the lead on “I’m a Believer.” Similar titles. I wonder if that’s where the confusion lies. The vocals in the two songs sound quite different.

  2. Interesting post on Davy Jones and Daydream Believer. One thing many people won’t believe is that Davy did not sing lead on the song – Mickey Dolenz did, at least according to many sources. Hope you guys are well

  3. Hey hey we’re the Monkees!!! I remember it well –and thank you for bringing it so alive for me once again.

  4. I truly enjoyed reading your post…I, too, watched every episode of “The Monkees”, and had a crush on each of them at one time.
    Thanks for the fun memories!

  5. Nice post that brought back memories of my crush on Micky Dolenz. Thanks Camille, and welcome to Oops50; I’m a big fan.

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