Daydream Believer
When I was growing up I was in love with Davy Jones from the Monkees, sad but true. And lovely all at once now I think about it. No, really it is! When he sang Daydream Believer, every girl this side of the Black Stump (australianism for the back of beyond) was in love with him too probably. I haven’t minded sharing him over the years. Reverie aside, music has been a balm for my jangled nerves all my life. It has a way of slipping inside, finding the knots and providing the right kind of massage... Sign in to see full entry.