Mostly Silent

Davy Jones, the lead singer of the 1960s pop band The Monkees died yesterday at the age of 66.  He had a heart attack.

And in what comes as no surprise, my Facebook and Twitter feeds are mostly silent.  No “RIP Davy, we will miss you,” no “What a tragedy,” no “I loved your music.”  Nothing like that at all.

Is it because he died of what most would consider a “natural cause?”  Is it because he was not a crack addict?  Is it because the only drug that he was ever known to take was a prescription for arthritis?  Will the state of Florida, where he was living when he died, lower its flags?  Will his funeral be broadcast on national television?

There is something wrong with our culture.  First, we hero worship celebrities and musicians.  Dumb.  Second, we are quick to label the death of a crack addict a “tragedy,” and not give a second thought to hearing about the death of a soldier or Marine.  What is wrong with our society?

Instead of teaching our kids to worship a celebrity or athlete, lets teach them to hold their parents in high regard.  How about teaching them to worship God, not a celebrity?  We should feel pain every time a soldier is killed in action, but we don’t.

I am sad today about the death of Davy Jones, not because of who he was, but what his death reminded me about our society.

One Response to Mostly Silent

  1. veronicahaunanifitzhugh says:

    to davy, my english hanuman


    when you were a simple monkey
    asked to deliver a single bud,
    you brought a field of asian amber flush.
    your unbridled devotion
    thrust you to monkey god.

    now, you divinely intervene
    and bring me messages of him.

    i find him in a soup kitchen
    baking apple bread in a
    t-shirt depicting two quarreling
    monkeys captioned,
    “double talk.”

    he loves me and focuses on
    monkees rerun marathons
    late into the night preserving
    our chaste, intimate love.
    tonight’s virgin viewing is
    in your honor
    and cinematic eulogy,

    humming your swanee river,
    i shiver with relief that
    my heart no longer attacks.

    thank you,
    for the anthem bouquets
    of my youth.

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