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  • Clean up woman…

    Clean up woman…

    Yesterday, I was the clean up woman. Consequently, I completely forgot to post on Pop Rock Nation.

    I got into the cleaning mode yesterday, probably because my landlords came by the house unannounced on Monday and it was not as clean as I would have liked it to be. I started yesterday morning by cleaning up a couple of puddles left by one of my dogs, then progressed to bathroom cleaning, laundry, dog washing, and linen changing. The whole thing involved climbing up and down a lot of stairs, since the house we live in has three floors and I spend a lot of time on the top story. The laundry room is in the basement and I did four loads. Yup, lots of going up and down with heavy loads and my arse feels it today. As I ponder all the housework I did yesterday, I am reminded of a classic song by Betty Wright.


    A 1971 hit I was first introduced to when I watched Ally Sheedy in the 1987 film, Maid To Order.

    Okay, so “Clean Up Woman” is really about a woman who gets sloppy seconds, right? She takes all the leftover guys with the blues and makes ’em happy. But it has a great beat for housekeeping. Maybe I would have been in a better mood to write about music had I turned on this tune while changing the sheets and hauling dirty clothes to the basement.

    Another song that comes to mind is “Sara”… Yes, the song made famous by Stevie Nicks and allegedly about a baby she was carrying by Don Henley. There’s a version that runs for close to nine minutes and begins with Stevie saying, “I want to be a star. I don’t want to be a cleaning lady.”


    OMG, I love this song. It’s not really about cleaning, other than Stevie Nicks’ sentiments about not wanting to be a cleaning lady.

    Really, though, “Watching the Clothes” by The Pretenders is more like what yesterday was like for me. It takes forever to wash clothes with a European front loading washer. For one thing, the machines are smaller than American models. For another thing, the cycles tend to last forever. Sometimes I use the “kurz” cycle, which is only 30 minutes. But it feels like I’m just giving ’em a rinse when I do that.


    The beauty of having your own washer is not having to dance in the laundromat as your clothes spin. Kudos to the creativity of the guy who made this video…

    But since I am primarily a housewife, I suppose it’s my job to be doing this shit…


    I’ve always liked this song by Jimmy Buffet, though I also like Livingston Taylor’s cover. Perhaps I should learn to embrace the joys of housework.

    I would have liked to have added Kate Bush’s “Mrs. Bartolozzi” to this post, but alas, there are no YouTube videos for that song. I find it harder to find appropriate YouTube videos in Germany because they seem to be very strict about copyright here. Not saying that’s a bad thing, especially for artists and record companies. Just saying it makes it harder to find clever videos for my blog posts.

    On the other hand, it’s not every day you find a video by Granny Clampitt (aka Irene Ryan) of the The Beverly Hillbillies. If you don’t watch any of the other videos in this post, I do recommend this one. It’s quite funny.


    This is a much more fun version of “I’m A Woman” than the one used for Enjoli ads in the 70s and 80s…

    I expect to be more on the ball Friday. Until then, happy housecleaning.

  • A review of David Cassidy’s book, Could It Be Forever?

    A review of David Cassidy’s book, Could It Be Forever?

    I just finished reading David Cassidy’s book, Could It Be Forever? My Story


    David Concert playing “I Woke Up In Love This Morning” in a recent concert.

    I am actually a little too young to remember singer and actor David Cassidy’s heyday. I was born in 1972, when The Partridge Family, the ABC sitcom in which he famously starred with his former stepmother, Shirley Jones, was still airing. But by the time it went off the air in 1974, I was still a little tyke. The Partridge Family was never as popular in syndication as rival show The Brady Bunch was, so I didn’t even see many reruns until I was an adult. I do like 70s nostalgia, though, so that was why I purchased Cassidy’s life story, Could It Be Forever?. Cassidy’s book was published in 2009 and updated in 2012. I read the updated version. Though I haven’t yet read Cassidy’s 1994 book, C’mon Get Happy: Fear and Loathing on the Partridge Family Bus, I did read a comment that Could It Be Forever is somewhat similar to that book. Since C’mon Get Happy isn’t available to be downloaded, I will have to wait until an actual copy of the book arrives before I can comment on the veracity of that observation.

    Anyway, I just spent a couple of weeks reading Cassidy’s surprisingly long and detailed life story. I suppose I was interested, not just because he was a huge teen idol back in the day, but because I also read and reviewed his former stepmother Shirley Jones’ book, Shirley Jones: A Memoir. I was pretty shocked by some of what Shirley Jones wrote, particularly about her sons Shaun, Patrick, Ryan Cassidy, as well as her stepson, David. I was interested in reading more about the Cassidy family, particularly about Jack Cassidy, who famously sired these four men and led quite a colorful and checkered life.

    Thanks to the success of The Partridge Family and David Cassidy’s wholesome good looks and musical talent, he became a huge star in the early 70s. You’d think that would be an amazing experience and perhaps it was at times. According to David Cassidy’s book, however, being a teen idol that packed thousands of screaming girls into arenas was not all it was cracked up to be. First of all, the pay wasn’t all that great. Cassidy explains that when he signed a contract to play Keith Partridge, he agreed to a very low salary. In the early 70s as his career in show business was taking off, he made a mere $600 a week. His initial contract also allowed his handlers to use his image to sell any products they chose, whether or not he truly endorsed them. He also had to sing songs and dress in outfits that didn’t reflect his actual tastes. Far from favoring the velour suits he and his co-stars wore on The Partridge Family, Cassidy favored jeans and t-shirts and real rock and roll over bubblegum pop.


    David Cassidy singing “I Think I Love You” when he was still a young stud.

    Cassidy writes that girls would send him fan mail that he never read. Some went as far as to send handmade gifts, like afghans and sweaters, that magazines would report that he put on his bed. Of course, these claims were untrue and Cassidy writes that all of his fan mail was handled by his handlers, who would encourage his young correspondents to join his mailing list and, of course, buy merchandise with his name and picture on it.

    As his star power grew, David Cassidy lost his privacy. Girls would sneak into his dressing rooms before concerts or stalk him at home. He couldn’t walk down the street or have a meal in a restaurant unmolested by fans. In one chapter, Cassidy writes about spending some time in France and really enjoying himself because The Partridge Family wasn’t yet airing there. He was able to enjoy a break from stardom, sit in cafes, and do things without worrying about being mobbed by autograph seekers. But then when he got to England, he was reminded of who he was when he was stampeded by fans. Cassidy writes that he made and lost millions during his meteoric rise and fall in show business and he wishes he’d had someone competent and trustworthy handling his finances.

    For all the money he made and made for other people, Cassidy often found himself alone. In one poignant passage, he writes about his handlers luring fans away with decoy limousines while he rode in the trunk of a Toyota. Because of the mobs he attracted, the nicer hotels wouldn’t let him stay, though his band usually got rooms in better hotels. Cassidy writes that he was put up in a shabby motel on the outskirts of town. To be fair to the hotels, I’m sure there was much more to it than the crowds of girls Cassidy attracted to their properties. But Cassidy doesn’t write about that in his book. In fact, there’s little in the book about his own behavior during those heady heydays. He comes off as more innocent than he probably really was.

    While many people might scoff at David Cassidy’s complaints about stardom, I truly have some empathy for him. The way he describes it, his handlers treated him like a commodity, until he was no longer making them money. Then he was dumped like yesterday’s newspaper. It’s easy to roll your eyes at someone complaining about being a big star and how miserable the experience can be, but unless you’ve experienced such highs and lows in your professional life, I don’t think you can really comprehend how much of a roller coaster it is. I know I can’t– I can only imagine. That being said, Cassidy does indulge in some self-pity in this book that got tiresome after awhile.

    One new thing I learned about David Cassidy is that he loves horses. In fact, he has successfully bred race horses for some time now. I had no idea he was a horse lover and as someone who also loves horses, I enjoyed reading about that. I also didn’t know that he was close friends with John Lennon. I enjoyed reading about David Cassidy’s friendship with the late Beatle, who happens to be my favorite of the Fab Four. I also appreciated the commentary he included by other people who witnessed his rise and fall from stardom.

    David Cassidy has been married three times and has good things to say (circa 2012, at least) about first wife actress Kay Lenz and third wife, Sue Shifrin Cassidy (although I note that according to imdb.com, they have filed for divorce). He writes little about about his second wife, Meryl Ann Tanz, other than implying that she was abusive and has a “black soul”. He also writes little about his daughter with model Sherry Williams, actress Katie Cassidy, from whom he was estranged for awhile. He does write a bit about his son, Beau, with his third wife and makes it sound like they have a good relationship.

    Unfortunately, it appears that like his father before him, David Cassidy has a problem with alcohol. In the past few years, he’s had three DWIs in three different states. He doesn’t really address these issues in the book, possibly because the first edition of it was published before his well publicized run ins with the law.

    Overall, I thought Could It Be Forever? was basically well-written and interesting. It would have been nice if Cassidy had included some photos and been a bit more insightful. I’d still recommend this book to those who are interested in David Cassidy’s life story.

  • The holidays are coming…

    The holidays are coming…

    Every October, I realize the holidays are coming…

    And I’m sorry, but every year they sort of fill me with dread. I know a lot of people love Christmas and Thanksgiving. I actually like those holidays in and of themselves. What I don’t like about them are the expectations that often come with them. One nice thing about living in Germany and not watching TV is that I am spared the incessant Christmas ads that start airing in October. The whole thing gets really hyped, mainly so retailers can sell their stuff before the year ends. Another thing about the holidays that gets to me are family expectations. Over the past few years, I have mostly given up on attending family gatherings because they often don’t live up to the build up and I end up sad and depressed. This year, I will be attending Thanksgiving in the United States because my dad died earlier this year and we’re having his memorial during Thanksgiving. I have been asked to participate in the memorial service with a song.


    This is the song I will probably sing, at my mother’s request. Yes, that’s me in the video.

    But in all honesty, the song that will probably be going through my mind is this one…


    Ironically, I discovered this song on my way to Virginia to see my dad for the last time…

    I do love my family, but when we all get together, it can be a bit overwhelming. My family is so large that it’s hard to remember whose kids belong to whom. They all descend on the family homestead en masse and everyone is different. I have a bit of an irreverent personality and the older I get, the less patience I have for those who seek to temper me. But I also have a number of relatives who are seriously religious people and like to get into discussions about their beliefs. Oftentimes, I enjoy some beer, which doesn’t always mellow me…


    I suspect I may have to do this a couple of times…

    Actually, it’s probably best if I lay off the booze and just head back to the hotel when things get too intense. There’s no reason why my liver should be punished for the stress of large family gatherings. I don’t want to make a scene like this one.


    And I’m sad to say, there have been a few like this I’ve made in the past…

    I think half my family hates me for that very reason. 😉 But I’ll go this year and try to be happy… and enjoy being in the States, probably for the last time for awhile if we’re lucky and stay employed in Europe.

    I know. I suck.