Well, that sure sucks. I knew he’d been sick in the last couple years, but it’s not looking very good for Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees. If you believe that namby-pamby bullshit, they must need a warbling pop music singer in the angel choir up there. Thank frickin’ God that people heard one of the best voices to come out of the ’60s before they spent too much time judging him by how freaky he looked a lot of the time. I wonder if we would have gotten to hear that voice if he hadn’t been part of the Bee Gees–certainly he would have had a tough time making it in today’s crap-ass world of formulaic pop star making. Do yourself a favor and go to Youtube or listen to a couple of these. I believe that Barry usually sang the lead on “To Love Somebody” when they did it as a group, but Robin didn’t disappoint when doing it solo. In case you are a fan, and therefore sad about his condition, there’s a link at the end of this post to a little story that has nothing whatsoever to do with Robin Gibb, but should cheer you up–it made me laugh (obviously because the writer is so hilarious, not that some of us need “improvement”). Oh, by the way, these songs were all originally done in the late ’60s/early ’70s, before the Bee Gees descended into disco hell (though they gained much-deserved popularity from that Saturday night fever crap).
Well, “solo” with a stage full of band, orchestra, and backup singers–the Bee Gees original of this next one would always be in my Top Ten favorite song list, but this post is about him. “I’m a man, can’t you see that I am, and I live and I breathe for you!”
One of the more unique pop songs ever done:
Lastly from the Gibbs, there’s a good description that goes with this one on YouTube about the fact that Robin wrote this song after a row with his wife; it’s about a condemned man and the words are prophetic, I suppose:
(This is MY blog, not some spammer’s blog to somehow use, so, since all my “hits” lately are bullshit ones referring to this post, I’ve removed anything in here about bl**ching anything. It wasn’t my story anyway, just something I found funny. I don’t know what sort of gain the idiot fuckwad spammers and scammers think they’ll get out of referring people here, I’m just tired of it. Very. I seldom blog any more, but I expect it to be fun, not some spam festival. So, thanks, readers, and fuck you, spammers.)
Have a nice day, y’all.