When I was a kid, we didn’t have these fancy personal recording devices. The closest thing I had was a beige Fisher Price tape recorder (this image on this link is EXACTLY what I had). We did have a VCR (which looked like this), but it only had Play, Stop and Rewind buttons. 

Being the industrious kid I was (I was around four or five years old) — and a pretty strange one, to boot — I would take my beige Fisher Price tape recorder and hold it up to the television while the Monkees TV show was on. I did this all the time. 

After the show, I’d go into my room and listen to the audio of the show, while my brain replayed the visual. (I also did the same thing with the Chuck Norris movie, Code of Silence. Yes, I’m a weirdo. What’s it to you?)

The point is, I firmly believe that my recording of the Monkees television show onto cassette tapes clicked a switch on in my brain that allows me to understand sound in a way I might never have known. This, in large part, led to me learning how to play music so that I could recreate the sounds that I hear in my head. Which led me to, basically, being me.

A shorter point is: because of Davy Jones and the Monkees, I have an affinity for sound.

RIP Davy Jones.