From Happening in Hollywood by Groovy Duke Lewis, November 1971
See the lineup of young, good-looking, brown eyed, long-haired dudes being quizzed by a juve jury of visiting Norwegians. The MC says: “Will the real David Thomas Jones please stand up.”
Up stands the outstanding TV and record star we know as Davy Jones who smiles winningly and stretches himself to his full height, five-feet-three in the ankle-length cream-colored socks he bought last August in the city of his nativity, Manchester, Lancaster, England, noted for its textile mills and socks plants.
Davy is happening again!
When the merry Monkees boom burst after three-four years of wild, fan craze, richly rewarding years on top of the TV ratings and record tallies, the Davy, Micky Dolenz, Mike Nesmith and Peter Tork careers slid to rock-bottom the ache in the hearts of all the rabid Monkee-lovers was soon cursed by pop rock healers such as Dave Cassidy and Bobby Sherman. Three of the four are now working hard at coming back, Davy most of all. At 26, (B. December 30, 1945), he isn’t ready for the rocking chair or glue factory. “Rainy Jane” proved it. Though it didn’t just quite sell a million, the execs at Bell got the message, recognize the birth of a real Davy Jones Renaissance when they saw one and got hot to make it last a long time.
They recalled them from England where he’d spent six months of his year, with their two children, the second, Sarah, only a few weeks old, Davy and Linda came back to their pretty Hollywood home with the kidney shaped swimming pool perched on a craggy cliff in the mountains overlooking the smog.
Day by day for long hours, Davy labored in the recording studios, sometimes singing till his tonsils tore, finishing his new album. One of the first cuts, “I Really Love You,” was sped with great velocity to the record stores as a single heavy enough to reap a Goldie.
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