March 5, 2014
It was an amazing day, March 5, 1958, because it was the day of Andy Gibb’s birth. Fans who love Andy are passionate about him, and this story comes from a lady whose memories of Andy will bring a smile to all our faces. We adore Andy Gibb and always will.
I was an Andy Gibb fan from the first time I saw a picture of him on my cousin Marissa’s wall in her bedroom. She had a poster of Andy wearing tight, light pink pants and a pink vest with a white shirt that was open to his waist. He had all this great chest hair, and I became, I don’t know, like I was under a spell—in love with him from that moment. I can’t describe what happened to me when Andy hit me between the eyes. I was 15. It was 1978, and he wasn’t much older than I was. My first Andy poster was the one with him in the snakeskin boots. He was beyond sexy. I lived for his music and anything I could find related to him. I had scores of pictures. I saved all my babysitting money so I could buy fan magazines and his records. I watched and waited for every TV show that he would appear on. I remember seeing him on Dean Martin and Solid Gold. Andy always seemed so humble and sweet every time he came on the stage. I just wanted to reach through the TV screen and hug him. I was one of his adoring teenage fans, and I was so proud to be his “groupie girl”.
Then my biggest thrill came in 1982. My Mom and Dad gave me and my friend Marissa the best Christmas gift I have ever received (even to this day)–tickets to “Joseph”. Andy was going to be starring in the Broadway show, and those tickets were worth more to me than a million dollar check could have been. I couldn’t sleep or eat for days before the show because I knew I was going to finally have the chance to see Andy in person.
December of 1982 changed my life. What happened was my best memory of my 19 years. I cried, I laughed, sobbed..you name it. Andy was as beautiful as I thought he would be, and he was an amazing actor. He just lit up that entire stage, and had this special charisma. It was thrilling, and the audience just adored him. I thought he was going to have a great career and that he might wind up in Hollywood and become another heartthrob like James Dean or Rock Hudson. No one who loved Andy ever expected his life to be cut short and his talent to be taken from us. My heart still breaks from the loss, but I have my memories of him, and I cherish those hours of seeing him in person. Andy fans are the most loyal fans in the world, and we all know how lucky we were to be a part of his career and success—just being able to watch him. It was an exciting time for a young girl from Brooklyn, and I am just as big a fan now as I was all those years ago. There will never be anyone like Andy Gibb.