Davy Jones, one of the Monkeys passed on yesterday (for you kids, the Monkeys were a pop group with a camp TV show in the 1960s).
Though their television show was loaded with simpleminded Hollywood silliness, some of the songs Davy and the band performed were honest, well structured, lyrically pleasing. Not Paganini or Merle Haggard, but good by objective standards.
Yesterday being a typical San Francisco Wednesday, I stumbled down to a songwriter’s open mic to see what other folks have been working on. This weekly event isn’t entirely strict about performers presenting original material, and a cover tune or two is not frowned upon.
After a few performances, predictable tunes and polite rounds of applause, one fellow took the stage and began belting out Daydream Believer. Within seconds the room erupted in a mass sing-along by a mob of song crafters and working musicians. Glasses waved in the sky and the singer looped through the chorus several more times than the original recording did. It was a spontaneous display of honor for someone who created good memories.
Thanks Davy. You added a little light hearted joy to a world that needs it.