Last weekend I was invited to/ invited myself to the David Cassidy concert in Boston. I was the only person under 30 at the New England Boomers & Seniors EXPO, but naturally proved my worth and knew more lyrics than half the crowd.
I am in love with David Cassidy. And I am not 56 years old. SORRY I’M NOT SORRY.
When I was in the fourth grade, FOX Family (as it was before it became ABC Family) used to run episodes of The Partridge Family at 6pm. My mother, a tween during prime Keith Partridge David Cassidy TigerBeat days, encouraged my Partridge Family viewing, and I oogled at Laurie’s long locks, and Keith’s… long locks. But I mean, c’mon, look at the way he casually leans on that tree. That lucky tree. Those lucky low-waisted hip-huggin’ bell bottoms.
Keith Partridge/ David Cassidy (as they’re OBVS one in the same, as I’m sure he adores) is #ICONIC. period. The Partridge Family show itself was amazing and had everything anyone could ask for in a program. (Though we really could do without that irritating buzz-kill Ruben.) The songs were the best, and along with their lyrical profundity (“This is you–this pillow that I’m huggin’ and I’m kissin'”), they are DAMN CATCHY and I know there were significant months in middle school where the only CDs in my Walkman were The Partridge Family Greatest Hits and Shakira’s Laundry Service (another classic).
“I Woke Up In Love This Morning,” one of my favorite pieces from the Partridge Collection.
David Cassidy was THE ORIGINAL HEARTTHROB. No one of my generation seems to understand this. David Cassidy invented the Justin Bieber JoBro obsessions. David Cassidy DEFINES tween dream.
After years of bonding with my mother over mutually inappropriate affections for this aggressively elder gentleman, one can only imagine the mental orgasm that occurred when I came back to campus my sophomore year of college to discover that “that Dave Cassidy guy’s kid goes to BU now.” *EXTENSIVE PROFESSIONAL FB CREEPING ENSUED* Comically, two dear friends of mine happened to know this infamous “Beau Cassidy” personally, and I sought to know him personally as well.
Three years later, Beau’s band The Fates is #killinit in Boston, and I consider him a dear companion after spending likely too much time explaining my father-fandom and listening to how much genuine talent he has, separate from (and truthfully, far superior than) his Dad’s.
Seeing David Cassidy live was for my fourth grade self, for my mother’s fourth grade self, and for me now, really, because David Cassidy is a charmer that does not and can not fade with time, and he is 61 years old and rocking it on stage and The Apprentice is for losers, really. SO TAKE THAT, #haterz. #TeamKeith