When I was younger, I was a huge fan of David Cassidy, my bedroom was covered the posters.
I eventually grew out of him and discovered other bands, although I never disliked his music. A few days ago I suddenly felt nostalgic for him. Then I realised it wasn’t nostalgia, I was getting snippets of conversation as he tried to come through.
He was exceptionally truthful and the life I imagined was not the one he lived.
Have a listen.