David has made so many contributions to music as we know it. His (and the Monkees') songs are still on the radio and in the stores to this day.
On this page, I have included stories from different fans that show just what this legacy
he has given us can mean to all kinds of people.
He has made a difference in many lives, not only with his music, but with his kind heart as well.
A story from Gail Friel, taken from a letter that she sent to David in December 1998---and these gorgeous pictures are courtesy of her, also!
You often hear how your music reaches the hearts of generations to generations. But as I discovered a short time ago, it reaches "cross" generations as well...
I was taking them to a party one night, and happened to have a "Davy and Micky" cassette tape with me. I put the tape in the van's tape player, and once they heard the beginning of "Brady Bunch", they all blurted out and started singing along.
As I started thinking how awful they sounded, I stopped myself from asking them to be quiet. I started listening a little closer, and it was then I realized they were sincerely singing from the bottom of their hearts.
David's love of children and animals is well known, and this story tells about both. If it's possible, these kinds of stories make me love him even more.....
My daughter, Katherine, or Katie, who is now 7 years of age, has come to know and love the old sitcom favorites of the 50's, 60's, and 70's, thanks to a cable channel known as NICKELODEON; and its new companion channel, TV LAND. She adores such shows as "The Brady Bunch" and "I Love Lucy".
One evening without warning, I heard a familiar tune. As I drew near to the television, there, on NICK at NITE, was that zany old show, "The Monkees". It was as though time had stood still...
As my daughter and I watched, for me it was a stroll down memory lane, remembering the "Teen Idol" days of my youth, and those magazines like TIGER BEAT, with all the heart-throbs...especially Davy Jones!
Katie continued to watch the show, enjoying it every time. There was even a marathon of shows all evening.
Then it was announced that the Monkees tour would be coming to the Bloomsburg Fair, in Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania. I was anxious to see the show, and Katie asked if she could tag along as she was caught up in the hype of the tv series.
After the show at the fair, the crush began for Davy Jones. While at such a young age, I was not certain that she could distinguish the television show from the show at the fair, but Davy's boyish looks captivated her. It seemed like it was "Tiger Beat" days all over again!
Through different sources, we had heard of Davy's love for animals; in particular, horses. Katie has a menagerie of pets of her own, one being her Shetland pony, Cochise. The day before Davy was to appear at the Front Street Station, Katie took a spill while riding her pony. She was more scared than hurt, but was emphatic that she did not want to ride Cochise again.
The next day, we went to see Davy. At the end of his performance, we stood in line to speak with him and obtain his autograph. Katie was so excited! As we approached him, his greeting to her was, "'ello, pretty girl!" in that British accent. She told him about Cochise, and he encouraged her not to give up, but to keep riding.
Those words impacted her greatly, and had her counting the hours till the next morning when she could get back on her pony. And she has been riding ever since.
Bless you, David. Those few minutes you took out of your busy schedule made a big difference in a little girl's life!
Shari & Katie
A few days before we went, the sweet woman that runs David's official page forwarded a signing we did of his guestbook, telling about our medical and financial problems, and our determination to meet him.
OH MY GOD, were the kids thrilled! They love him almost as much as I do. We had such a wonderful ride back to the house it brought tears to my eyes. Yes, we got way behind on our bills and our mortgage, but for David, it was worth it.
And mom? Well, Mom here lost over 60 pounds in three months. Even today, we still laugh together and crank up the stereo to Monkee tunes. Yes, the medical problems are still there. I'm still facing four members of my family having permanant damage done to their bodies from this gas, and we are still dangerously close to losing our home.
Cindy Rosecrans, and assorted Davidaholics.
This next story I have added quite a time after the first three. It may seem to be a little out of context, but then again, though it's a concert review, its also a review of the relationships that David has brought to us, his fans. And that's a pretty good legacy in itself! Again, here is Gail Friel.....
February 13, 1999
I initially thought to myself, "Lancaster...where in the world is Conestoga Middle school?"
I think a few more folks had the same thoughts and nervousness about finding the school. When I pulled into the parking lot at 4:30 PM, there were other cars there as well. One car had a group of girls in it, who were waving at me frantically as if I was supposed to know them. There were quite a few of them bunched up in the red car with New Jersey plates on it. Little did I know that would help in setting "the mood" for the evening.
They started allowing people into the auditorium and I over heard it would hold 600 people. People slowly drifted in, and right before the show it was pretty full--if not completely full.
David talked about his fellow Monkees, and said they were doing well. One fan called out and gave him a message from Peter Noone. At another part of the concert, someone asked David to "stand up", to which David replied, "I am standing". Needless to say, it was a FUN evening; one that was relaxed, filled with jokes and an "at home" atmosphere. David ended his concert with a new song, (at least it was new to me) which spoke about people "still being there" for him. It was very touching.
The evening wasn't over yet. People gathered to talk to one another while they waited to see if David would sign autographs. Good portions of his fans are folks that have seen each other during the past year and have spoken to one another on several occasions. Some hadn't even met until the night of the concert. I think that was just as touching as the concert itself.
It felt like "Old Home Night". People came to see David and were not disappointed. They got a GOOD concert, got to meet some new friends and met up with some old friends. I had David sign the article I wrote about when I met him at Myrtle Beach. He said he remembered me and before I turned away from the autograph table he said, "It's nice to see you again".
I realized on my 2-hour drive home that evening, this was the attitude all night. Everyone was glad to see one another, picking up where they left off from the last concert. The really neat thing about it was that when it came time to part it wasn't like say "good-bye". People were saying, "I'll see you at the next concert.." One almost felt like it was being amongst family.
I think David would have been pleased!"