I grew up in England and I almost wore out my very first single, "Daydream Believer." My parents must have been so patient as I listened to it over and over and over. My sister and I watched The Monkees on TV every single week, couldn't miss it. I always fantasized about actually meeting Davy Jones. I saw him, Peter and Mickey a couple of times at outdoor concerts in Minnesota, but I was always at the back of the crowd. I remember once Davy was dressed in a hot pink shiny suit and definitely stood out on stage. Of course he did, he was my teenage idol. Three years ago, my husband and I got tickets to see his band play with the Duluth Symphony Orchestra and, towards the end of the show, snuck down to a couple of empty seats in the front row. At that time, I thought it couldn't get any better than that, there he was right in front of me! As everyone was leaving the auditorium, we decided to see what was going on backstage, JUST IN CASE! We found a door with his name on a slip of paper and a couple of fans waiting outside. A minute later, the door opened, and there he was, all smiles! The few fans ahead of us left with his signature on a CD and it was my turn. Heart racing, we asked if he would mind if we too a picture. This is it, a little fuzzy as we were so excited at the time. He was very gracious, funny, humble, even talked about being a jockey in Kent when he found out that is where I grew up. I was almost tongue-tied the few seconds I spent snuggled up next to him for the camera. Still very sweet and seemingly unaffected by all the years of fame and adoration. I raced to get the photo printed on the way home still in disbelief. I will always adore you, Davy Jones!
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