In my life I have had a few celebrity crushes
- Bobby Sherman- singer
- Davey Jones- Singer – The Monkees
- Lee Mazzilli – New York Met Baseball player
- David Cassidy
David Cassidy dies last night. This pretty much broke my heart. David Cassidy was the idol that made me buy Tiger Beat Magazine. I had his poster on the wall. I owned every Partridge Family and David Cassidy record. I lived for the TV show. He became a part of my reality. I still have “I Think I Love You” on my ipod. For those of you that don’t know him, he was the largest pop idol of his generation, and this was without internet or 8000 tv channels. He was the man.
Now I know he had his battles. They were well documented and difficult. I think to be young and have all that fame and fortune in your immediate path is extremely difficult. His home life was a bit precarious too. His life was one of extremes, the highest of highs, the lowest of lows.
But none of this matters.
David Cassidy represents a part of my youth. He represents hopes and dreams of a young girl living in suburban Long Island. Sitting in my blue and green bedroom, hairbrush microphone in my hand. belting out “Come on Get Happy”. When the world seemed unfathomable, I had David and his songs and his rockin 70’s clothes- for 3 minutes and 45 seconds the world made sense. For the length of an episode, I was a part of something larger than myself- before the age of recordable TV, we sat ourselves down and watched the episodes as they aired. We talked about it the next day. For a shy girl as I was, this was the moment, the moment when I was just a little bit cool, and I could discuss the latest doings of Keith and Lori Partridge. I could sit at the lunch table and actually be a part of the conversation instead of a part of the décor. These were the moments when I was happiest, when I felt like I belonged, even if it was just for a little while.
Now, as I get older, more recognizable faces will pass. The past few years have taken a brutal toll on my memories. But I can only think of the little moments that these celebrities afforded me, these little beacons of happiness. I know celebrity crushes are silly, but I think they are also important. They define moments in our lives, they remind us of who we were. They remind us of how far we’ve come.
I was fortunate enough to have seen David Cassidy in person once. He and his brother Sean were performing on Broadway about 20 years ago. I think it was Blood Brothers. Not only did I see the show, on a different night I had been at a Manhattan restaurant in the theater district. Sean and David came into the place. It was surreal. No, I didn’t ask for his autograph, I figured he had a right to dine in peace, but oh, seeing him walk by….
So rest in peace David Cassidy. Thanks for the memories.