Cheer up sleepy Jean

The online Seinfeld dictionary describes a non-sexual crush as "when a non-cool person has a platonic infatuation for a cool person (usually a stud) of the same sex."

I am not ashamed to admit that I once had a huge crush of this type on Davy Jones. (not sure if he was a "stud," but in my mind he surely was cool). This followed my similar crush on Paul McCartney, which dissipated when The Beatles got all weird during "Magical Mystery Tour" and grew mustaches and such. Oh, their music was still great and remains monumental, but I could no longer identify with their new look and public persona.

Davy Jones and the Monkees were then right up my alley, and that made sense, as their show was based on "A Hard Day's Night." Of course, it was never that inspired, but the tunes resonated well, and many hold up well to this day.

Then the Monkees made "Head," and got weird in their own right, and I graduated from them as well.

I think those types of crushes went away for me several years later.

Although I still have sort of a crush for "Daydream Believer." For a song like that, and that good, it never goes away.

Nor should it.

Davy Jones died today at the age of 66, and with him goes another piece of a very rapidly disappearing childhood.