While driving home today I was feeling a bit melancholy and decided to tune into XM-Sirius 70’s on 7 hoping for some dyn-O-mite disco or groovalicious funk.
From the moment I heard the first 5 bars of the song I was instantly transported to a happy place covered in corduroy, stocked with avocado green colored kitchen appliances and cabinets full of Tang. The magical tune devouring my eardrums with it’s sweet, melodious nectar was “Da Doo Ron Ron” sung by my first hero – a man with bigger and better teeth than Donny Osmond and more fabulous hair than Farrah Fawcett. This man was none other than the legendary Shaun Cassidy.
From the moment I saw his double page, pull-out centerfold poster in Tiger Beat Magazine in 1977, I was obsessed. I parted my hair down the middle and stood in front of the fan in my room for hours to make it feather just right. I begged my mother for a blue satin jacket, which she would never let me wear without a shirt and unbuttoned to my navel like sexy Shaun. I bought every Hardy Boys mystery book ever written and practically memorized them…I realize that the Hardy Boys mystery books were written in the 1950’s, but Shaun Cassidy and Parker Stevenson portrayed the super sleuth brothers on the Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mystery Hour television show so, since Shaun Cassidy played a Hardy boy on TV then I, of course, had to love the books. I even bought his record Under Wraps in 1978. In fact, I think I was the only person who bought Under Wraps in 1978. Regardless, I learned every lyric and created my own choreography (Jennifer Beals from Flashdance couldn’t hold a candle to my smooth moves) to every song.
I would lay in my bed with the Star Wars bed spread, sip on my Tab cola with the curly-Q straw and stare at my Shaun Cassidy poster on the wall. Although he never realized it (or even knew I existed) we were destined to meet. I knew that the moment we met we would instantly become best friends. I imagined him inviting me to go on tour with him, share a duet on stage together and show off our matching satin jackets in photo shoots. I could see us sitting down with Barbara Walters and laughing in sync when she asked us how it felt to be teen heart throbs. I would dream of our conversations in the beauty salon getting our hair frosted and how Shaun would demand that I be added to the Hardy Boys show as their adorable and gifted cousin who always pulled a MacGyver and saved the boys from an early fate.
Obviously, my jet-setting life with Shaun Cassidy never came to fruition, which was perfectly fine because my infatuation quickly moved on to Harrison Ford. But, hearing Da Doo Ron Ron today flooded me with the giddiness of a school girl and made me yearn for that blue satin jacket.