llanblogger's Phil Robinson recalls a momentous day over 40 years ago
Back in the day David Cassidy, who has just died in Florida,
had it all.
In the early 70s he was only a couple of years older than me
but he had the looks, the talent and the charisma, all of which ensured he also
had the hearts of legions of young girls.
And for a couple of days in the spring of 1973 most of them were outside
my office window.
Not that it had anything to do with me, of course.
* David Cassidy on stage at
Belle Vue in 1973.
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Thanks to his starring role as son Keith in the enormously popular US show the Partridge Family he had rapidly taken on heartthrob status and become one of the hottest properties of the era.
The tour followed and every place he went he was
mobbed by thousands of doting, screaming girls.
We’d witnessed a similar phenomenon with Beatlemania a
decade earlier but this was much bigger. And louder.
In fact, by ’73 Cassidy’s fan club had more members than either
its Beatles or Elvis counterparts.
It was against this crazy background that this handsome
young actor/singer was due to take the stage of the Kings Hall arena at Belle
Vue.
We knew in advance that the place was going to be thronged
by his adoring teenage and sub-teenage female fans. But we weren’t quite prepared
for the scale of the invasion.
Nor were we expecting how long it would continue because when
I arrived for work on the morning of the first day hundreds of them were already
outside the main gates and were tuning up their noisy renditions of his hits,
like I Think I Love You, which continued at increasing volume for the next 10
hours or so.As the day wore on they continued to arrive on buses, in trains and out of cars driven by worried-looking dads.
I could see all this going on from the window of my office (pictured left) which overlooked the car park where they were gathering.
I viewed the unfolding scene with fascination but also
growing concern as my treasured Hillman Imp was parked down there amongst the
screaming, chanting hordes.
And as its decaying metalwork was held together by plastic filler I began to write off its chances of survival in the face of all the pushing and shoving going on.
Some wag in the office joked that I shouldn’t worry because
David would probably fork out for a replacement Imp if this one was destroyed
by his army of adherents. Not likely and therefore no consolation.And as its decaying metalwork was held together by plastic filler I began to write off its chances of survival in the face of all the pushing and shoving going on.
The cacophony did go on all day, right up to my leaving for
home at around 5pm and beyond until showtime when the gates finally opened allowing
the barmy girlie army to launch their big push on the Kings Hall. Cassidy, as
far as I recall, had been smuggled in through another entrance to the complex
so stayed completely untouched.
And no, despite my press office status, I didn’t get to
attend the concert or meet the man himself, either that day or the next when the whole mad scene took place again.
My Hillman Imp and my hearing survived but sadly,
ultimately, David Cassidy hasn’t now made it beyond the age of 67.
But it was a day I’ll never forget – only to be repeated to
a lesser extent that same year when The Bay City Rollers gigged at Belle Vue. But
that’s another story.