A FB friend posted this:
I am not the hugest Monkees fan, but who doesn't like "Head" or The Porpoise Song? Or Robert Wyatt covering "I'm a Believer"? Thus I repost, unedited, this great elegy for Davey Jones I saw on another pal's page. I didn't write it, and I don't know who did, but if this ain't a rock'n'roll sendoff for a cultural icon all his own, I don't know what is.
"I used to drive limos sometimes. I drove around Davy Jones once, he was funny as fuck. We drove by Dick's Last Resort and he said 'there's a restaurant with my wife's nickname?' Backstage grown ass women cried grown ass women tears to get his autograph. They were even freaking out talking to me saying 'I can't believe you get to drive him around.' He was a super nice dude, even volunteered to listen to some of my music. His lady was fine as hell, though I would have carded her for smokes. Rest in Peace Mr Jones"