So even though Robin is gone, he will always live on through his amazing music and his unique place in the memories of my dysfunctional childhood.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
A Crazy Story and a Bee Gee
Another day... another celebrity obituary post and they keep getting more personal for me. Today it was Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees. My mother's teen idol was Andy Gibb, Robin's younger brother so I grew up with a lot of BeeGee music. In fact, one of my favorite dysfunctional stories about my family involves the Bee Gees. My mother was a die hard Andy Gibb fan and also a pathelogical liar. When I was seven years old and my grandmother was about to pass away, I was cleaning out some of her things with my aunt Cathy, my uncle Billy and my stepfather, David. David was a backwoods country boy who wasn't exposed to too much of the outside world and he didn't know an awful lot about pop culture that didn't involve Dolly Parton or the Oak Ridge Boys. In one of my grandmother's boxes we found some of Mom's Andy Gibb posters. When David saw these he said, without hesitation, "oh that's Cathy's dad". My aunt, my uncle and I all looked around the room at each other without saying a word. David went on to explain that Mom had told him Andy Gibb was my father, which he wasn't. This story was funny for a multitude of reasons. First, the innocent conviction with which Dave believed my mother's lie. Second, the fact that she had never been in the same room with Andy Gibb, let alone in an intimate situation with him. Third, both Mom and Andy Gibb have light blonde hair and light eyes. I have dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and I am practically an exact double of my real father. For years after that moment, my family would refer to the Bee Gees as my "rich uncles" when we saw them on TV or heard them on the radio.
So even though Robin is gone, he will always live on through his amazing music and his unique place in the memories of my dysfunctional childhood.
So even though Robin is gone, he will always live on through his amazing music and his unique place in the memories of my dysfunctional childhood.
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Memories,
Pop Culture
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