This was most likely the first.
I loved David Cassidy. I never missed an episode of "The Partridge Family" and I had all their records. My parents had a long coffee table and whenever I could manage to, I would lay on the floor underneath it on my back so that I was looking up at the underside of the table. It was there I created my declaration of love to David. In crayon or marker I drew hearts everywhere. Inside them I wrote "David + Mary". (I think that table is still in the basement of my Dad's house. Sometime I think I'll flip it over and see if my shrine still exists. )
I'll never forget the night I was watching my little black & white television and a commercial came on announcing David Cassidy was coming to my town for a concert! My parents bought tickets and my older sister took me and my little friend Michelle. (Little did they know it would be the first of many concerts for me.)
He came out on stage in his white, fringed jumpsuit, and for several moments we stood there like statues. After awhile it became too much. We joined the rest of the crowd and started screaming at the top of our lungs like the girls from the Beatles Shea Stadium concert.
Yes, David Cassidy had stirred the flames in little prepubescent Mary.
He never wanted to be a pop star. He wanted to be a real rocker like Jimi Hendrix. In my mind he was.
In 1972 David Cassidy posed nude for Annie Leibovitz in a photo shoot for Rolling Stone magazine.
That cinched his bad boy status with me! I still love him today. And I'll bet he'd still look hot naked.
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