With so many stories about Robin to post, I am adding some mid-week. As one would expect, they are emotional and sometimes sad, but many are happy remembrances of growing up with Robin. Maybe some of you can relate to this next story. Enjoy!

May 7, 2013

Fran

Philadelphia

Most of my great birthdays as a girl involved the Bee Gees. I was so crazy for them when I was 12. It was 1974. They were becoming super famous, and I was in love with Robin Gibb. I was really small for my age and only grew to five feet one as an adult. As a young girl, I thought Robin looked fragile and thin like me, and he had sad puppy eyes. I wanted to be his girlfriend and take care of him all at the same time. It was 1975 when I got my first birthday album, Main Course. It is still my favorite album of all time. Every song Robin sang sounded perfect to me. Each birthday after that I asked for Bee Gees posters or anything that was in the stores or record shops that was related to them. I must have collected a hundred Robin pictures. For several years it  was Bee Gees heaven with “Saturday Night Fever” and “Spirits Having Flown”. I was a Bee Gee girl, and I’d look forward to birthdays and holidays because I knew I would get new additions for my collection. I even had a Bee Gees lunch box! When I got to college, I indoctrinated the girls on my floor, especially the ones who weren’t fans. Most of the girls thought Barry was beautiful beyond words. They had fantasies about him. Maurice wasn’t far behind Barry in adoration, but Robin was all mine. I finally got to see him during the tour after ONE came out. I’d waited for many years for that night. When I first saw him, I was in shock. His voice was so clear and strong, and he sounded better in person than on the records. I tried not to cry and be one of those super emotional women falling apart over some rock star. I just cried because he was so perfect. My best dreams of him weren’t as good as that concert. I went to the show with two of my friends who literally screamed through the night.I could barely breathe; I don’t think I made a sound. I was literally frozen, standing like a statue. I didn’t seen Robin again until 1997. Those tickets came on anther birthday, my 35th, and they were from my new husband, Joe, who did not question my “relationship” with Robin Gibb. He just went along with me and saw for himself what Robin was all about. No words were necessary. Robin was still perfect. All through my life I always had Robin on my mind. His voice gives me peace of mind no matter what is going on in the world or in my own world. It has become a tradition that Joe would give me something related to Robin for each birthday. I love that Joe has a sense of humor about the other man in my life. In my heart, Robin is immortal because he will always be with me, just as he has been since I was 12.