Here's the thing... it's not so much a memory as it is both a collection of them and an important impact my sister had on me.
The Monkees.
My sister was a fan. I must have heard their first album (or two) multiple times in the first several years of my life. Those songs were so deep in my head I remember being 12 or 13 or so (having not listened to the Monkees for several years) and getting "Tomorrow's gonna be... tomorrow's gonna be... tomorrow's gonna be another day... ay... ay... hey hey hey hey!" in my head and having no idea where it came from. (I went on a pre-internet search and eventually worked it out.)
She thought Micky Dolenz was the cutest of the four. I grew up to find I did not disagree.
These days--and all my life, really--any song by the Monkees makes me think of her. Even the ones that came later and she wasn't necessarily as excited about as she might have been some 30 years prior.
I just realized if there's any sort of afterlife going on, she may have already met all of the Monkees but her favorite, who is still busy here on Earth living and stuff.
Anyway, I had a different memory I wanted to share, but I want to do it as much justice as possible... and me realizing I hadn't written today's memory yet as I was preparing to go to sleep meant I had to make a change in topic. This small fact that the Monkees will be forever linked to my sister in my head seemed a good share in this situation.
And for me it is a good one. And a reminder that good memories of Say are only a song away.
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