His work often goes unrecognized. (He's often overshadowed by David Cassidy, who followed in his gooey, heartbeatey footsteps in the 1970's.) When I first saw him, at the ripe ole age of 8, I was instantly in love: his accent was to die for, his back-and-forth dance movements divine (and oh so easy for an awkward, uncoordinated 8 year old to mimic), he was so cute and little (just a bit taller than me!) and his puppy dog eyes! Ah! I was in love!!! I was convinced I would marry him...even when my dad broke the news to me that his show was simply in re-runs, and he was in his late forties. I was unperturbed. I didn't care. I would find that little jockey wannabe from Manchester, bring him to Champaign, and convince him that we were meant to be.
It's the one...
The only...

DAVY JONES!!!
To see the rest of the list*, click HERE. (I cannot express enough how glad I was that it wasn't Miley Cyrus. However, the fact that she's in the Top 3 is disappointing.)
*I did have a lot of problems with the list, but I thought I'd revel in Davy's glory rather than pick it apart and try to figure out why BSB is higher than NSYNC, and the Beatles are completely absent...but maybe I'll save that for another day.
I saw that you were a huge fan of Monkee Davy Jones and last week the Smithsonian Channel posted a live interview I had with him- I thought you may want to check it out at blog.smithsonianchannel.com Hope you like it he has some great stories!
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