For the third week of December, let’s enjoy a story from a Robin fan, whose love for him started very young and never waned.
I was born on Christmas day, so I can say that the best birthday and Christmas gift I ever got was on my 12th birthday when my two older sisters gave me the “Saturday Night Fever” album and a whole lot of pictures of the only man in my life, Robin Gibb. I was in love with him, madly in love, from the first time I heard his unusual voice. I went to see the movie with my sisters, but I didn’t even care about the movie. All I cared about was Robin. I know this sounds corny, and I was a young girl with raging hormones, but he was my first love. I’d take his picture and dance around in our basement recreation room for hours. I pretended he was my boyfriend, and my girlfriends laughed at me. Being a Robin fan wasn’t always easy. I found myself defending him because they couldn’t understand why I liked the “least cute” Bee Gee, the “one with the teeth” Bee Gee, the “skinny” Bee Gee. When all the girls in my high school were swooning over Barry or lusting about Maurice, I was ga-ga for Robin. I thought his voice was magnificent. He sounded and looked like he was going to cry when he stepped up to the microphone. I would shut my eyes and listen to my records and picture him sitting next to me singlng the song to only me. From that first Christmas day on, all I wanted to do was see him in person. My dream came true when I saw him perform on the “Spirits” tour. I’ll never have another experience that means as much to me as seeing him that night. I don’t think I slept for a week after the concert. Yes, he was skinny, and he couldn’t dance, but I was in teen heaven when he opened his mouth. Everyone screamed for him like he was some sort of god. I thought he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and my dreams revolved around Robin and that hairy chest. He had such a hold on me; and in the early 80’s when he was single, I was determined that I’d be his new wife. Of course, I was 16, but that didn’t matter. Robin was my heart’s desire, and no one could replace him. When he was singing, everything else in my world stopped. I guess it was an obsession, but it was the best time of my life. That 12th birthday/Christmas was the start of my Robin collection; and for years after, my room was a shrine to him as a result of Christmas gifts that included everything from shirts to posters to my Robin lunch box. I think only other Robin fans can understand what my heart feels about him. My silly little teen heart knew he was one of a kind, and I wasn’t wrong. His voice got me through all the good and bad times of my life, and he is still with me; and he still makes my heart beat faster than it should, and I still consider myself very lucky to feel that way.
I completely understand your love for Robin. Thanks for sharing. I have always had a special place for Robin Although I love them all. Robin has that sad romantic voice and I always liked that he seemed a bit naughty with the groupies ! I think I was born too late 😉
Thanks for your comment. There’s something about Robin that moves the fans…amazing man…
That was very touching. I to once thought Robin was so cute when i was younger but i love them all. All four of them.