tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14002590.post3746681521496158042..comments2023-07-24T08:53:41.283-07:00Comments on Jeff Sparkman's Siftin': Mr. Jones and meAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14677437103597081445noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14002590.post-3953694695177123212012-03-02T10:24:06.857-08:002012-03-02T10:24:06.857-08:00I think you and I were twins separated a birth (an...I think you and I were twins separated a birth (and a few years, okay...) Davy was my favorite when I was little. Maybe because he was more my size. ;) I, too, loved the accent. (I, too, was the only reader in my kindy class and went to read with the first graders and used to read to my kindergarten class. Yet they never let me write my own name. Wha?)<br /><br />When I caught them on MTV in the 80s, I got obsessed. I bought all the albums on vinyl. I watched all the shows, the interviews, etc. I even saw them in concert. Only this time, even though I still loved Davy, Micky was my favorite. I loved his goofy sense of humor, and though he may not have been classically handsome, he was "cute." Plus, he sang most of the songs.<br /><br />I still remember an interview with Mike Nesmith and how he wanted to declare a "Love Something Ugly Day" and "Save The Texas Prairie Chicken."<br /><br />The saddest thing about all of this is that somehow all my records have gone missing. I've been buying the songs on itunes, and I'm going to have to find the channel that plays the shows, because I need to introduce my kids to the Monkees. They're awesome.<br /><br />This was great!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com