I am absolutely stunned. He seemed healthy -- fit, even -- for 66, and he died of a heart attack.
The wind was knocked out of me. I realized that I'd always feared this moment, when the Monkees would start to die off, since it was a bit of a life goal of mine to meet each one of them. Since I met Peter Tork in November 2009, I had started to think that I was on a roll and could take my time. After all, Peter is the oldest one and has had some health problems (cancer) in the last few years, so I feared the loss of him the most. But.... Davy Jones? A man who had aged well, sang and danced on stage often, raced horses for fun? Not him.
I'm dressed in all black today anyway, as my co-worker's visitation is this evening. It's such a sad day, yet it's 64 degrees out and sunny on the last day of February.
After my cubemate alerted me to the news, I pulled up tmz.com, and there was the headline -- along with a picture of him looking like he's psychotically yelling at the help, so I was like, "Really? There seriously wasn't a better picture of him on file?" And I shakily stood up as my boss was leaving his office, and I told him what happened in a small voice. My boss knows I'm a hardcore Monkees fan, and to his credit, he actually seemed genuinely upset for me. And then I said to him, "I want my mommy," because I'm just professional like that.
I texted David, who's at home preparing for an interview tomorrow, and I called my mom, who was with a student (she's an academic advisor at Purdue) so she couldn't talk much. I keep checking the news sites, looking for updates, and every time I see the headline and a picture of him, it breaks my heart and makes me want to puke.
And I've got a meeting in fifteen minutes.
I will always remember you, Davy Jones.