So, Monkees singer Davy Jones is dead. I’m reminded of an acidlogic article I wrote over a decade ago, called “The Devil and Davy Jones.”

If I was to say whom my least favorite Monkee was, I’d have to say that is was Davy Jones. I mean, frankly, I detest all the Monkees, I think Danny Partridge could kick all their asses with one hand handcuffed to a transexual prostitute, but Davy was the lamest of the lame. That annoying optimistic grin, that nasaly limey accent, and that stupid, stupid fucking dance… like Axl Rose on valium or whatever medication they give Tourette’s patients.

It goes on from there…