David Cassidy …. A Personal Remembrance
I once watched him address kids at a high school--trying to tell them of the dangers of drugs and alcohol (which he felt he knew about all too well). But the kids weren't interested in that. They asked him questions about his rise to fame, wanting him to tell them the secrets to getting rich and famous and happy. He tried to tell them that being a celebrity wasn't all it was cracked up to be, that drugs and alcohol had only brought him great sadness. Afterwards, he told me, "They didn't want to hear that; they didn't want to listen. I wouldn't have listened at their age, either. Kids will always have stars in their eyes."
By Chip Deffaa
I’m sorry to note the passing of David Cassidy. And I want to share a few remembrances of him–as a performer and as a person.
He was capable of conveying magic in his concerts–a “Peter Pan” figure, eternally young. On stage, he managed to seem–for decades–to be a kind of happy-go-lucky teenager. And he never got tired of having fans–whether gals or guys–tell him he’d been their first crush.
He was also capable of excellent work in musical-theater. He was terrific, for example, in “Blood Brothers,” which he did both on Broadway and on tour, surprising many with his strong, legit voice. He did “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” on Broadway, too. And in younger days got to sing duets with the wonderful Dorothy Loudon in a very short-lived Broadway musical, “The Fig Leaves are Falling.” And he did also shows on the London stage. I wish he’d done more theater. He was very good at it–better than he realized.
Offstage, there was enormous sadness in David Cassidy, a lot of insecurity, a lot of loneliness.
When he was really depressed, really in a dark mood, you really felt it. It was hard for me to be around him when he got really down on himself. There didn’t seem to be anything you could do for him at such times. And he had a marked tendency towards depression.
I was delighted when David asked me to collaborate with him on his memoir, “C’Mon Get Happy” (Warner Books); he told me I could ask him anything; there’d be no secrets between us. He would tell me everything, he said, and we could decide later whether to include it in the book or not. I liked his openness.
And I liked him, and told him so. He responded: “You may be like me now. When you get to know me better, you probably won’t like me so much. And you’ll probably turn on me; everyone does.”
He felt that many had turned on him over the years–starting with a famous father (actor Jack Cassidy) who’d had little time for David as a boy and left David nothing in his will. (David bought his father’s pocket watch at an estate sale, just to have something of his.) And he noted bitterly that most of the Hollywood movers-and-shakers who treated him like a golden boy when he was on top ignored him when his popularity faded.
At his peak in early 1970s, David Cassidy was the highest paid, most popular male solo concert artist in the world. He received 25,000 fan letters per week. And he became a virtual prisoner in his own home. He could not go anywhere without being mobbed. (Once, when he broke box-office records at Atlantic City’s famed Steel Pier, he donned drag–a woman’s dress and wig–just so he could pass through a crowd unnoticed.) He had a hard time coping with the fame, and all of the craziness connected with it.
It was exhilarating for him to perform for fans who screamed non-stop through his triumphant Madison Square Garden concert; it was frightening to him that hysterical fans wrecked limousines parked in front of the Garden. (Security got him out of the concert by wrapping him in a blanket and placing him in the trunk of a Toyota; they drove him to a cheap motel in Queens.)
He was horrified that hundreds of his fans were injured at one concert in England when everyone rushed towards the stage to be closer to him–and one fan was actually crushed to death in the frenzy. He isolated himself in his home after that, drinking and drugging to excess, just numbing himself. His parents made vain attempts to intervene. (You could not argue with David, if he wanted to do something.)
He had innumerable sexual encounters with fans (which he could describe at great length in vivid detail), but they did not assuage his basic loneliness, he told me. They often were not emotionally satisfying, he said. He felt that many of his fans imagined he was the character he played on TV (“Keith Partridge” of “The Partridge Family”)–and he knew that character was nothing like him. (He eventually married three times; his marriages all ended in divorce.)
On TV and on stage, David Cassidy sang light, cheery bubblegum pop songs. Offstage, he preferred the likes of Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, B. B. King, John Mayall, Albert King, the Beatles, Marvin Gaye, the Beach Boys, Albert King. And could also appreciate the songs of the Gershwins and the big-band music of Artie Shaw.
David Cassidy made and lost millions. He eventually wound up declaring bankruptcy. He would tell me, in that endearingly vulnerable way he had–he always reminded me of a wounded sparrow: “It doesn’t matter how much money I make; I’ll just lose it anyway.”
He was not materialistic. He didn’t have many possessions or mementos from the years when he was on top. And he wasn’t really interested in dwelling on
He told me his family had lived simply when he was a boy; they could not afford a clothes dryer; the clothesline in the backyard worked just fine, he said. One day, he had me drive him to his boyhood home–23 Elm Street, West Orange, NJ. (I took the black-and-white photo of him revisiting his boyhood home.) It made him happy, he said, that the house hadn’t changed. And that the clothesline was still out back.
He wanted to see the local store (“Tory Corners”) where his grandfather had bought him a Slinky and a Mr. Machine–popular toys of the time–when he was nine or ten. And the woods where he used to play. And the church where he sang in the choir (“before Hollywood wrecked me,” he said).
Driving back to New York City on Route 3, he showed me the exact spot where his father had told him, when he was a kid, that his father and mother were divorced. The wounds still seemed fresh as he spoke of those days. He carried his hurts with him. He did not, as a rule, let them show in interviews he did on radio and TV; there he used his best acting skills (sometimes saying words I’d helped craft for him), suggesting he was happy with his life and optimistic about the future. Offstage though, he was frank in saying that very little gave him much satisfaction, that life was a real struggle.
If I asked him to share a happy memory, it was apt to be from before he ever tasted fame. Maybe hiking with his best friend, in his teens–just getting back to nature, skinny-dipping. Simple pleasures.
I once watched him address kids at a high school–trying to tell them of the dangers of drugs and alcohol (which he felt he knew about all too well). But the kids weren’t interested in that. They asked him questions about his rise to fame, wanting him to tell them the secrets to getting rich and famous and happy. He tried to tell them that being a celebrity wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, that drugs and alcohol had only brought him great sadness. Afterwards, he told me, “They didn’t want to hear that; they didn’t want to listen. I wouldn’t have listened at their age, either. Kids will always have stars in their eyes.”
I liked David. I even made him a character in one of my plays. A picture of David and me has graced my wall for about a quarter-century. He looks so happy in that particular shot–it was taken on a good day. I’m very sorry he’s gone.
David’s last words, according to a tweet from his daughter, actress Katie Cassidy, were “So much wasted time….”
That is very sad and poignant story about David. I think that he was thrust in a business do to his family circumstances that was not really suited to him. I am sorry to hear he never fully matured and was able to step out of his own worries and worked with other people and their problems, as He probably didn’t have a chance to, with his addictions and depression. He might have been clinically depressed. One thing is he was on a show that made many laugh and he showed many of us, not to think that if you have money and a famous family, life isn’t that glamorous. His father had his own demons and died a terrible death, smoking in bed. Sorry to think that his time here was wasted. It really wasn’t.
It’s such a great and sad irony that David Cassidy, who brought such immense happiness, joy and inspiration to millions, was himself so tortured and troubled. He was incredibly gifted and talented and it’s a tragedy that in his own lifetime he didn’t fully appreciate that himself or receive the full recognition he so rightly deserved. David Cassidy had a huge impact on my life and was/is a great source of inspiration. He will remain so for the rest of my days. I’m so incredibly grateful that I got the opportunity to tell him that in person. Thank you for your great article.
I really appreciate your thoughts and views on David, there are alit of Good people who are taken advantage of. It’s thier goodness in side that people really see that they view it through the Materials of The World. David had god given gifts. He was and will be a Strong example for ever, his words of wisdom in his suffering from those who took his Talent,Trust,Love,and wounded him like a work horse to line thier pockets. Will teach others his words like his lyrics in his songs. They will ring forever.
I will always love him. When I read in Enquirer he was getting A divorce, and showed address of his house for sale, I wrote him a simple hand written note of incouragement, and my number if he needed to talk. I actually forgot, but several weeks later, my phone rings from an unlisted #. I knew his voice as soon as he spoke. I froze a moment, but had a great conversation I will cherish always.
David Cassidy has been a great influence on me for many years. He gave so much of himself to all his fans and over shadowed by his talent he forgot to take care of himself. Needing the love and respect of his own father did not help as he desperately needed his love. David was 26yrs of age when Jack Cassidy died. The same age as Beau Cassidy is now. David managed to show the love he had for Beau, something his own dad never did, David did become the father he always wanted to be. David left a legacy that few would be able to follow. But it will not stop us from enjoying his music and acting skills. God bless you David. R I P xx
David was a greatly underestimated talent. He is missed. Thanks for the article, I just got through reading the book.
Buzz and is still one person who will never be beat no one could ever be David again David is loving and caring and giving and I never met him but I did email him one time at one of his promoters office and told him about a friend of mine who was dying of cancer and she wasn’t Avid fan loved him more than anything in this world and he did email her giving her well wishes and praying for her all Americal happened and she did not die or cancer is in remission and remains that way to this day and I thank him for emailing her as I told him about her situation he did not have to do that but he did and I will always remember that of David no one can ever put him down and many others we all love him and made him and he made us too to be better people and brought a lot of his fans together sweet dreams on your Island in heaven David Cassidy love Sandra Markley
Thanks for sharing this. I feel, after reading this, perhaps I’ve been able to understand him a little bit better and it also confirms some of my own reflections after reading/seeing interviews with him, where he sort of always had a happy-everything is at top-face, but where at least I feel I could sense things maybe really were not and that he had a troubled soul(dont know why, but perhaps it was said in a bit too overconvincing way, or his eyes told something different) I didnt follow his career over the years,( not being american, there wasnt much in the media in Sweden, this being before internet and then I guess it kind of faded away for me)or for that matter, follow his other problems later in life. However, his passing brought out memories I wasnt prepared for and I was really affected by it. So I started reading about him, sort of catching up AND also listening to his music, which I feel I now can appreciate in a much greater way, which also leeds me to one, how much of it that is timeless (news to me,since I was way too young understanding it back then, it was done by really good creators) and sounds great still today, and two, he was such an underestimated singer, at least how I recall it from back then, its a shame on how the focus on his looks took that part aside, and today I am able to fully understand his greatness and what a superb singer he really was.(and when stepping out from the PF songs, what a great taste he had in music, many of the songs/covers he chosed to record, are favourites of my own since decades, and I had no idea he’d also done them, good news is, I am now enlightned and able to enjoy them aswell!) Also, considering how young he was, when a lot of the early stuff was recorded (and under such a pressure, I now realise) its remarkable, how good it sounds still until this day. In terms of proffessional work, I so wish he had that acknowledgement about himself. Perhaps he did, perhaps not. Its so sad although, realising that what he went through that few intense years, at such a young age, had such a huge effect on the rest of his life and perhaps of his soul and wellbeing overall.
Such a thoughtful article.It is great you told him how much you liked him and clearly you got to know him well. David would talk about wanting to reveal who he really was… You have helped to reveal what many have failed to understand… he was just a guy underneath… vulnerable like so many..
He was a man of his word. He gave as much as he could to his fans in the early days. I went to 2 of his concerts, one at belle vue Manchester, the other at main road man cities ground he gave his all. At this time you could see he was washed out. A very tired David explained to his fans why we would not see him much anymore, it broke my heart, but i understood, as he was so drained. True to his word, it was 10yrs or so when i was on way to Butlins in wales, that i heard, This will be the last kiss. I said to my then husband, Thats David Cassidy, in a thrilled voice. I had so missed him, a husband and 3 children on, he still made my heart skip a beat. I followed him as much as i could. After a divorce, and grown up kids, and a grandchild, at 38yrs old, i lived with a guy who was a David fan. We went to see his later concerts in Liverpool, and Manchester, he gave his total all again, he was bril. I always hoped i would get to see him again in concert, but is not to be. Think all i want to say is thank you David for being there in my young years, for making me feel so happy, with all the great songs you sang, for understanding we did not just love you, we really loved you, you are in our hearts. xx Sue
Oh David, we loved you so. We saw who you truly were and you were simply magic on stage. I am so pleased that you had the great renaissance in your career with Broadway and Las Vegas. So much talent, so much beauty and love. I will work now to see your legacy gets the respect it deserves. Star on Hollywood Walk of Fame, induction into Rock and Roll Hall of Fame… you deserve these and do much more. We love you, David
I feel very sad that David did not have a very fulfilling life. He spent alot of his life addicted or very depressed. I expect sue spent years trying to keep him sober before finally throwing in the towel.hollywood ate him up. This should be a lesson to all of us to recognize that celebrities are human. David was a sensitive soul and was not treated very well. Imagine being stopped every time you go out in public for a signature or a story by one of your fans. I can’t imagine it. Be kind to one another.
Like millions of others David was my first love. Every penny i earned as an apprentice hairdresser in the 70s was spent on magazines that had a photo or just his name on the cover. I still have them all. Absolutley wept for weeks when he decided to give it up and wish the internet was around then to glean any news of how he was and what he was doing-missed hom so much it really hurt! It was bitter sweet when he toured again as the last concert in gladgow was so empty of fans it vwas embarassing. He hardly sung a single song all the way through but spoke nonsense on the whole-Sue Shiffrin was in the audience. i knew he was in serious trouble. I fullfilled a lifetimes wish though and got to shake his hand. I also rubbed his foot as he was standing right above me on stage-he didnt like it. He gave me a row but all i heard was as he looked me in tbe eye he called me darling! When i got out the concert hall i burst into tears. The mixed emotions of shaking his hand, annoying him but getting forgiven and a wink, and waiting 36 years to be near him was too much. I actually didnt sleep for days and wept a lot. Stupid right? I wasnt a teenager anymore! I wrote a long poem/verse/whatever recording my intimate feelings and i still cry when o read it back. his life experiences, especially with his dad, mirror my eldest brother.he had a very poor relationship with my dad, his adopted dad fullbof rejection from him. He also had depression throughout his life, difficulty in connecting with people to be fullfilled in life. Very happy personality and able to put on a public face while being crippled inside. Women came and went and drink was a huge crutch that also claimed my brothers life at the age of 59. No-one could stop, help or love him enough to give him a life he deserved, sought or wanted. David was really a troubled soul but a man i have and will always love, miss and be forever grateful i was privileged to have had as a big part of my life. The pain of loosing him far too young will never leave me.
sad david passed away at 67, hoped to see him for another 5 years at least, coping with the fame in the 70s, i expect david found it very daunting, just having sex is meaningless, and hollywood is false, you are only invited if you are famous and keep the good lifestyle, we all have skeletons in our closets, sometimes you just have to let it go, else you wouldn`t survive, and look forward, david enjoyed performing and singing, and in the 80s, things did calm down, david had a great talent and the looks to go with it, R.I.P.
Thank You for such an honest accounting of your experience and connection with David. I was one of those adoring fans when I was a little girl. He was my “first love,” and would have had no understanding at my young age of what he was really going through. I’ve listened to many interviews and read many articles about him (I’d even written one myself for a Canadian online men’s magazine!) He was so talented, and yes, not really taken seriously. I can tell that he’d really struggled in life. I now understand, if one doesn’t have a safe a stable relationship with one’s parents, it is difficult to move through life in a stable, ground fashion. I think for David, there was a “hole in his heart.” It nearly broke my heart to read he was not included in his father’s will, and had to BUY his watch from an estate sale! Thank you so much for this insightful article. As fans, we are blessed to have his beautiful music!
This is an informative, poignant article. I always liked David. On The Partridge Family Danny and Reuben were comical; but Keith was the funniest. It’s not what he said but the way he said it. His facial expressions were hilarious. My favorite episode revolved around Keith : I Can Get It For You Retail. ?? I hope David knew that he was funny and made people happy. Since his passing ( and I’m not sad because his pain has ended ) I’ve watched numerous documentaries about his turbulent life. One of the saddest aspects is in the footage of This Is Your Life : Shirley Jones. When David made his entrance he hugged and kissed Shirley. He shook Jack’s hand and the handshake was not a strong one. That cemented everything that I had seen and read. As an R.N. I fully understand the mental illness from which Jack suffered. That is no excuse for how Jack treated his first born child; this began way before David became famous. It was terrible, inexcusable. I have even more respect for David because he was determined to be a good father to Beau. It’s sad that David’s gorgeous looks overshadowed recognition that he should have received when he was alive; his looks were a blessing and a curse. I think the 4 years of anarchy, hysteria psychologically damaged him and affected the rest of his life. I can understand how that would happen. It’s infuriating that he was not handsomely paid for his name and likeness on all of that paraphernalia. In closing, life is hard. I grew up in a home where there was never any alcohol ( or cigarettes for that matter ). I’m not going to judge any of his ex wives because I’m sure that was difficult to encounter. I’m sorry that life was extremely hard for him. When I watched David on Dr. Phil I knew he wouldn’t be around long. ? Enjoy paradise, David !
You had no right talking about David in parts of the article dealing with him personally. Anything he would have wanted out in the public he would have written himself. I am disgusted. His legacy will live on despite derogatory words such as yours in this piece.
What are you on about? Chip didn’t say anything bad or anything that most people don’t already know. That David was a very unhappy man. He told me more than once that he would never be happy. I loved him madly and it broke my heart that I knew it was true.
Thanks for this great insightful piece. As a young fan of 13 I knew all of David’s songs by heart, and saw him in concert twice, including in Saratoga Springs where he would years later make his second home! In both concerts he was great, but I could also sense some detachment. In his songs and voice, however, I never would have guessed his depression and sadness (except, perhaps, in I Am a Clown.) He hid it well. Every song he sang was so perfect and heartfelt, unlike most singers today. And he was so young. How did he know how to sing so beautifully and convincingly, even when he wasn’t that crazy about the material? Immense talent. As a person who knows depression well, I feel that David’s depression was probably part genetic and partly due to his sad childhood. You never get over that damage of not feeling complete love or validation and even some betrayal by parents. 🙁 It affects your entire life. I want to add that David saved me many times from my own depression, and continues to do so thanks to his music and countless shows and interviews on Youtube. His past interviews do seem to reveal his depression. His acting on the Police Story pilot was so superb. And it’s of course ironic that his acting on The Partridge Family still really makes people laugh. God bless David for all he gave to the world, in spite of his pain. I’m so sorry that he suffered at the hands of Hollywood as well. I can relate to how he loved to remember all his great times in childhood. I do it too. Chip, thanks again for the great read of C’mon Get Happy too. I will always love and treasure David Cassidy, as will millions of others. May he rest in peace. Just impossible to believe he is gone. He was a beautiful soul. You were so lucky to have known him.
Thank you for your article and the chance to comment. Like many here, I too was obsessed with David as a youngster …I know every word of every song and have read virtually everything ever written about him I think…. and he is more than part of my childhood, he feels part of my DNA. We share crazily similar family histories ( sadly) and traits and utterly awful / traumatic experiences of life. ( I’m being straight here. I don’t however claim to have ever had his musical talent and global stardom obviously!). Isince his passing I e bed thinking hard about the combination of sublime beauty and a sublime voice as well
As his many other talents ( acting, directing, producing) and am immensely saddened he was so unhappy so
Much of the time and is generally ( with some notable exceptions) unrecognized for the extraordinary person and musician that he was. There’s something very, very dark about the way he has been treated over the decades… almost like a parody of a Greek tragedy … he was just a bit too beautiful and flew a bit too close to the sun…collectively he was made to burn and fall. I hope with all
My heart he is at peace now. Even smiling having seen the outpouring of love his passing has created and his final
Recording going to no 1 on the jazz charts. For me, like many of you, there will never be anything like him in my life again. There are pale imitations but absolutely nothing with same versitalith or those looks and voice. I will end my days listening to him. Thank you David. What an honour it has been and still is.despite the darkness
Like so many others I lived and breathed DC as a young girl. I first saw him on Marcus Welby MD and very swiftly afterwards, PF aired on the BBC. Despite all the hyperbole and hullabaloo that surrounded him, I think that even as a pre-pubescent, I recognised that he seemed vulnerable; that he was having the sorts of problems with his parents that so many of his fans were – and I was. Even with a stable and secure background it would have been challenging to cope with the huge fame that was thrust upon him at so young an age, but coming from a broken home, with a father that had effectively “abandoned” him, it was impossible. How ironic that someone who so needed a loving family unit ends up on a show called The Partridge Family – an almost unbearable cruelty to show him all the benefits and attributes of a situation that he had never had.
If felt that he was at times trying to side-step the publicity machine via his choice of songs, the most obvious being ‘I am a Clown’, but more subtly with “If I didn’t Care” & “Bali H’ai”, two songs of which his father would have no doubt approved. And no doubt, why he sang them! I too noticed the very chilly hand-shake they shared on Shirley Jones’s This is Your Life, and noticed the report that Cassidy Snr. had not attended David’s show at Madison Square Gardens.
Even if David’s slide into mental illness was genetic, it was clearly exacerbated by not only his parents divorce, but also perhaps his failure (in his mind) to live up to his father’s talent. To watch him in “The Last Sessions” cry as he listened to Jack singing ‘Wish you were Here’ recognising his father’s wonderful tenor voice, appreciative of the acting talent, was heartbreaking. Realising that Jack was clearly resentful of the inconvenient child from his first marriage, suffused with jealousy at the “Performing monkey’s” enormous success, is the stuff of which Greek tragedies are made.
If only one could turn back the clock and have him NOT sign the PF contract…how different his life would have been, and I would wager, a lot happier. He could have developed his acting talent further, pursued the Broadway career he wanted and may have had a successful personal life.
I only saw him perform twice – once in ‘Time’ in London – a good performance in a terrible show, and a concert he gave in Hammersmith in 2002. His voice was great, he joked around with the largely female audience, and everyone walked away happy. I’m so sorry to read therefore, that he felt that if anyone were to really get to know him, that they would walk away; that underneath it all, the low self-esteem; that he was bad, rotten, not deserving of love drove him to literally drink himself to death.
I for one will not only never forget the music, the fun, the hysteria, the endless photos of his exquisite features, but also never stop admiring him for being the father to his son that he himself had never had and that to almost his dying day…he tried.
Somewhere in here there is a lesson to be learned and a book to be written.
Coral Ash, thank you for your insightful comments. I appreciate all of the comments people have left on this page, and wish I had the time/energy to respond individually to every one of them. David would have been gratified to see that people were touched by his work, and were so sensitive to his feelings concerning his career. Many thanks!
David went to so much trouble for me – including just before he was taken to hospital. Six weeks after David died, the promotional footage for ‘The Last Session’ was placed on David’s official facebook. Obviously David was in distress and tears were spurting out of his eyes. I was horrified! I had already written to A@E to request footage of David for the film David was making be scrapped. David had died and had no say in the outcome of the film. He had to go through with it, for many complex reasons, but it was not as he would’ve intended. When I wrote it lacked compassion to use promotional footage of this film, showing David in pain on his official facebook, I and others were immediately blocked/deleted. If only they knew what David was actually thinking about before he died.
I met David Cassidy when he was in treatment for the last time. He spoke of his great emotional pain. How he wanted his family back. . David Cassidy was a very sweet guy troubled somewhat lost and confused . He outed himself shortly after I spoke with him. He can clean about his sobriety on CNN and his recovery . he seem to be very grateful for it it wasn’t much time afterwards that he left this world still suffering his emotional pain. may he rest in peace may his memory be cherished for all the joy and blessings he gave to people and maybe an example that you are not alone.
That it’s possible to recover the pain is not worth it stop fighting everything and anyone surrender and recover God bless his memory
In spite of how wonderful he was, it saddens me to know that he would get down on himself. However, I suppose this is predictable considering how his father abandoned him and was jealous of his success. I think if Jack Cassidy had been a bigger man, he would have shown David just how much he loved him. Children no matter what age need their parents approval and love. I think if Jack Cassidy gave David the approval he so deserved, he wouldn’t have sunk into depression. Out of loyalty to his father, David didn’t allow himself to accept his fame. That’s why he downplayed it so much. His loyalty to his father caused him to cling to an image that was really no longer his. He should have accepted his fame and enjoyed it! There was nothing stopping him from showing the audience all of his musical talent. Again, I think he was afraid to out of loyalty to his father. It upsets me that David quit doing concerts so early. He had so much more to give. Clearly, he was meant to be a rock star! He had just as much musical chops as any Rock & Roll legend I have ever heard. Ultimately, I’m glad David was happy doing Broadway. I always knew he’d be great at it and just about anything else he would do. That’s how intelligent he was. I think the teenagers he played for also could see that he had unlimited potential. That’s why they went so wild over him. If only he could see himself the way the rest of the world does, he wouldn’t have been so troubled, lost, confused or depressed. I’ve been watching videos and listening to his music since New Year’s Eve and haven’t enjoyed myself this much in years! I will always love him!!! May he rest in eternal peace. If you know of anyone who has his concerts from the 70’s on film/video, please do inform me! I want to see all of what I missed! Thank you for posting this website.
David Cassidy was one of the most charismatic performers on the planet. And you were right about how underappreciated he was during his time on earth. At age 21/22 he was selling out Dodger stadium and was a worldwide talent. It shocked me to read that before his first concert he had never played as a solo artist for an audience live. Then boom! He was on stage with thousands of screaming girls.
Just finished the book and I really liked the narrative style employed throughout the book. I discovered David during his TV acting phase. Every week the minute my TV guide hit my mailbox I would comb through it looking for David’s name as well as other actors I fancied during that time. When he got the series I was so excited, but then it was a letdown because the focus was on other actors. I did see him in Concert early in 72 at a smaller venue (Constitution Hall in DC) and we must have been in the first 15 rows because I remember being so close.
A bit older at age 14/15 my fascination with him did not last as long as some of the other fans in his orbit. In fact, that summer I went to my 2nd concert – the Rolling Stones at RFK Stadium- the contrast demonstrates where my interest was headed.
David should have done more theatre. I think performing truly made him happiest and the theatre is miles away from the Hollywood wolves. His performance in EFX was very well received – I only wish he had continued to do theatre. It’s too bad his family hated Vegas because he would have certainly worked well under one of those resident contracts at one of the hotels. Women would have filled the audience. At least we have his likeness and recordings which will certainly live online into eternity.