David Cassidy might not really know if he does love you.
The poor dude has dementia. Or......that's what he's calling his fall from sobriety (and from a stage).
Yes, I get it's all very tasteless......but so am I. I'm sure you all had to pick up on that by now, no?
On a semi-related note.......
My first album was the Partridge Family's debut.
Well - let me clarify. My father brought me home two records on the same day - the aforementioned tv band (actually, the series had not yet debuted) and an album by Gilbert O'Sullivan - because what 1st grader doesn't need an disk that has a song about suicide?
The bigger mystery to me was: how did my dad even know about either of these things? Certainly not from my mother. I was the fourth child.......she couldn't be bothered to pick up on queues. And hell, even I didn't know who Gilbert O'Sullivan was.
Maybe they meant to get me the Mikado.
Even as a wee gay lad I never saw the appeal of Cassidy. Being a super wee gay lad, I liked Laurie Partridge way better. What was that about? They say kids can be sexually confused, I guess I was.
That first Partridge disk was also an eye-opener? They didn't write or play a thing? I mean, except for Shirley & Keith. Oh, Blobby was devastated. On the other hand, it got me into a life-long habit ot devouring liner notes. .....that is until digital music took that away from me.
I'd say I've gotten off-course, but I'm not sure I have. I'm not sure there was a course with which to begin.
Oh oh oh....there is this.
The pubes aside: should I be worried that we have never seen Patti Smith and David Cassidy in the same place at the same time?