This Entry is Hereby Titled, "The Davy Jones Experience"
Warning: I won't apologize for the excited raving, as well as the frequent "I almost died" statement. I'm a crazy fan girl dammit.
The way there: my excitement really kicked into full force as we drove down Saskatchewan Drive toward the Casino Regina. It made me think back to all my previous thoughts as a teenager as to what I would do if I were lucky enough to even be in the same vicinity as Davy Jones! I kept on rolling over and over in my head, oh my god, I'm on the same street as him!, and then, oh my god, he's in that building right there! right down to, holy shit I'm under the SAME ROOF AS HIM!
I grabbed Jamie's hand, running through the casino as quickly as I could to get to the theatre. We still had twenty minutes, but I wanted to get there as quickly as possible. I was brimming with so much energy I couldn't walk slowly if I had wanted to.
We finally arrived at the ticket counter, only to have about 4 older couples in front of us. I jumped back and forth impatiently. After several minutes they brought out another customer service lady, and the line went much more quickly.
We ushered our way into the theatre. The ticket-taker grabbed our tickets, looked at me and exclaimed, "how old are you, 12?"
"No. I'm 22." I responded, annoyed not only for the delay but because of the rude comment. I really dislike it when people judge me on my size and looks.
We took our seats. To my delight our table was extremely close the stage, only about 15 feet in fact. The couple we were seated with were very nice, though I think the woman had some trouble believing I really was a Davy Jones fan.
Judging from the audience, Jamie and I were the youngest there. I saw two young men, approximately 25 or so, who also fit into this category. As for the rest of the group, they were mid-30s and up.
Finally the band came out. I looked around eagerly for Davy. They announced him, and I almost died! It was like seeing everything I had ever worshiped appear right before me. I didn't believe my eyes at first.
He looked quite a bit older, but I could still see that Davy that I loved. And he was so close to me! As I was sitting there, I realized there were stairs coming down from the stage extending toward our table, as well as on the opposite side. I thought to myself, please, PLEASE don't leave the stage and come down those stairs!
He was extremely funny, charming, and entertaining. Everything I love about the guy. I was surprised to find he sang a lot of Monkee songs! I had been expecting some solo stuff as well. He sang:
A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You
Daydream Believer
I'm Not Your Steppin' Stone
It's Nice to be With You
Cuddly Toy
I'll Love You Forever
Valleri
I Wanna Be Free
Girl
Consider Yourself/I'd Do Anything/Who Will Buy (Oliver! Medley)
No Time
Look Out (Here Comes Tomorrow)
What Am I Doin' Hangin' Round
Pleasant Valley Sunday
She Hangs Out
There were also a couple I didn't recognize. They were older tunes, not Monkee ones....
Song reviews: I Wanna Be Free was a request, though I'm sure he would have sang it anyway. And OMG, Cuddly Toy! Y'all remember the video for that, where Davy's got that adorable little costume on with the cane? And that funny, cute way he's dancing? Well OMFG HE DID THE SAME DANCE.
In fact, he danced the same throughout the entire concert! I almost died.
I've got several favourite Davy songs (that make me swoon) but there is one major one: Girl. I freaked right out when he began to sing it, and just about LOST IT when he did what I was too scared for him to do - HE CAME DOWN THE STAIRS!!
He emerged on the opposite side, singing to the audience. I realized he was coming in my direction and I was SO FRIGHTENED, I curled up in my chair as tightly as I could, like he wouldn't see me or something. Seriously. The very thought of coming face to face with the person I have been madly in love with, like, forever wasn't something I could handle.
Before I knew it, Jamie was waving madly and pointing right at me. Davy looked right at him, looked at me, and came right over. I ALMOST DIED. And then folks, OH MY FUCKING GOD HE SANG TO ME. Like, he spent the majority of the time AT MY TABLE. And then he shook my hand!
OH MY GOD DAVY JONES TOUCHED ME
And then I died.
After the concert: I was so hyped up with excitement I couldn't help dancing where I was. I just had to keep moving. Davy came out to sign some autographs, and as we stood in line I swear I felt like I was 12 again. I was shaking like crazy, and feeling SO SCARED and SO NERVOUS. Here was this man, that (pardon my repetition) I have been in love and obsessed with for so long right in front of my eyes. I kept on telling Jamie, "talk for me! I'm too scared!"
Yet as soon as we got to the table I opened my giant mouth and could not stop. It must have been the nervousness talking!
Torky, Melanie, remember that Davy Jones 8x12 you bought me a long time ago when I couldn't go to the concert? I GOT THAT SIGNED. I thought it was fitting, considering (at least in my mind) it symbolized the show I couldn't attend, and the Davy I couldn't meet.
And now there I was, meeting him IN PERSON and getting that very same picture signed. I felt like I was dreaming the entire time. It says, "LOVE TO BEK."
Jamie took a picture of the two of us together, while he was talking to me in the swoon-worthy english accent. I was stuck in this cloud of dreaminess by that point that I can't even remember half of it. I was so very close to fainting, for real this time! And then HE TOUCHED ME AGAIN.
I wandered away, barely able to walk out the door. As soon as I got outside I promptly burst into tears and did not stop for a good long while. Why?
...Because OH MY FUCKING GOD I MET DAVY JONES.
...AND WAS CROONED TO BY DAVY JONES.
...AND I TOUCHED DAVY JONES!
It was THE GREATEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!
How much more could I love this man?
The way there: my excitement really kicked into full force as we drove down Saskatchewan Drive toward the Casino Regina. It made me think back to all my previous thoughts as a teenager as to what I would do if I were lucky enough to even be in the same vicinity as Davy Jones! I kept on rolling over and over in my head, oh my god, I'm on the same street as him!, and then, oh my god, he's in that building right there! right down to, holy shit I'm under the SAME ROOF AS HIM!
I grabbed Jamie's hand, running through the casino as quickly as I could to get to the theatre. We still had twenty minutes, but I wanted to get there as quickly as possible. I was brimming with so much energy I couldn't walk slowly if I had wanted to.
We finally arrived at the ticket counter, only to have about 4 older couples in front of us. I jumped back and forth impatiently. After several minutes they brought out another customer service lady, and the line went much more quickly.
We ushered our way into the theatre. The ticket-taker grabbed our tickets, looked at me and exclaimed, "how old are you, 12?"
"No. I'm 22." I responded, annoyed not only for the delay but because of the rude comment. I really dislike it when people judge me on my size and looks.
We took our seats. To my delight our table was extremely close the stage, only about 15 feet in fact. The couple we were seated with were very nice, though I think the woman had some trouble believing I really was a Davy Jones fan.
Judging from the audience, Jamie and I were the youngest there. I saw two young men, approximately 25 or so, who also fit into this category. As for the rest of the group, they were mid-30s and up.
Finally the band came out. I looked around eagerly for Davy. They announced him, and I almost died! It was like seeing everything I had ever worshiped appear right before me. I didn't believe my eyes at first.
He looked quite a bit older, but I could still see that Davy that I loved. And he was so close to me! As I was sitting there, I realized there were stairs coming down from the stage extending toward our table, as well as on the opposite side. I thought to myself, please, PLEASE don't leave the stage and come down those stairs!
He was extremely funny, charming, and entertaining. Everything I love about the guy. I was surprised to find he sang a lot of Monkee songs! I had been expecting some solo stuff as well. He sang:
A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You
Daydream Believer
I'm Not Your Steppin' Stone
It's Nice to be With You
Cuddly Toy
I'll Love You Forever
Valleri
I Wanna Be Free
Girl
Consider Yourself/I'd Do Anything/Who Will Buy (Oliver! Medley)
No Time
Look Out (Here Comes Tomorrow)
What Am I Doin' Hangin' Round
Pleasant Valley Sunday
She Hangs Out
There were also a couple I didn't recognize. They were older tunes, not Monkee ones....
Song reviews: I Wanna Be Free was a request, though I'm sure he would have sang it anyway. And OMG, Cuddly Toy! Y'all remember the video for that, where Davy's got that adorable little costume on with the cane? And that funny, cute way he's dancing? Well OMFG HE DID THE SAME DANCE.
In fact, he danced the same throughout the entire concert! I almost died.
I've got several favourite Davy songs (that make me swoon) but there is one major one: Girl. I freaked right out when he began to sing it, and just about LOST IT when he did what I was too scared for him to do - HE CAME DOWN THE STAIRS!!
He emerged on the opposite side, singing to the audience. I realized he was coming in my direction and I was SO FRIGHTENED, I curled up in my chair as tightly as I could, like he wouldn't see me or something. Seriously. The very thought of coming face to face with the person I have been madly in love with, like, forever wasn't something I could handle.
Before I knew it, Jamie was waving madly and pointing right at me. Davy looked right at him, looked at me, and came right over. I ALMOST DIED. And then folks, OH MY FUCKING GOD HE SANG TO ME. Like, he spent the majority of the time AT MY TABLE. And then he shook my hand!
OH MY GOD DAVY JONES TOUCHED ME
And then I died.
After the concert: I was so hyped up with excitement I couldn't help dancing where I was. I just had to keep moving. Davy came out to sign some autographs, and as we stood in line I swear I felt like I was 12 again. I was shaking like crazy, and feeling SO SCARED and SO NERVOUS. Here was this man, that (pardon my repetition) I have been in love and obsessed with for so long right in front of my eyes. I kept on telling Jamie, "talk for me! I'm too scared!"
Yet as soon as we got to the table I opened my giant mouth and could not stop. It must have been the nervousness talking!
Torky, Melanie, remember that Davy Jones 8x12 you bought me a long time ago when I couldn't go to the concert? I GOT THAT SIGNED. I thought it was fitting, considering (at least in my mind) it symbolized the show I couldn't attend, and the Davy I couldn't meet.
And now there I was, meeting him IN PERSON and getting that very same picture signed. I felt like I was dreaming the entire time. It says, "LOVE TO BEK."
Jamie took a picture of the two of us together, while he was talking to me in the swoon-worthy english accent. I was stuck in this cloud of dreaminess by that point that I can't even remember half of it. I was so very close to fainting, for real this time! And then HE TOUCHED ME AGAIN.
I wandered away, barely able to walk out the door. As soon as I got outside I promptly burst into tears and did not stop for a good long while. Why?
...Because OH MY FUCKING GOD I MET DAVY JONES.
...AND WAS CROONED TO BY DAVY JONES.
...AND I TOUCHED DAVY JONES!
It was THE GREATEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!
How much more could I love this man?