What Dad takes an 8 year old to see a concert? A Dad that knows he's got a rabid fangirl in the house and he'll get to see her flip out with the purest enthusiasm a full heart can express. Then when she's 13 he'll take her and a group of friends to see another concert (KISS). Now that I'm a parent I can comprehend why my father was willing to escort me to these dreamy events. Creating memories, powerful ones.
I'm certain I had no idea David Cassidy was coming to town - I was only 8. Dad must have read it in the paper and knew I'd get a kick out of it. To put the fangirl scenario into perspective for you - I would play my albums on my bright orange close-and-play record player continuously. My friends and I would lip-sync to the Partridge Family for the neighbors who had to PAY to see us perform in our garage. (So that's where garage bands came from!) I even had a faux microphone stand made from a t-ball "t" with my twirling baton stuck in it. Occassionally I would use a screwdriver as a mic with a piece of yarn dangling....because remember, all mics had cords and it was cool to do stuff with the cord while singing. Oh yeah, I had all the moves. And I had the hair-cut....shagged out just like his so I got to be Keith. Hair, check. Mic stand, check. Bell bottoms with hip-hugger waste and big belt, check. Lip-sync, check. (Hang on....a girl playing Keith Partridge? I was proud to do it...I knew all the words.) And Friday nights? In front of the tv watching the show, of course.
Still love ya David. Can you stand it? Brown Eyes on YouTube. There are more clips....dig around. Swoon.
