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Author Unknown
"I guess I'm a sex symbol to everybody but myself," sighs Andy Gibb on the phone, during an interview from his Florida digs. Since his brothers the Bee Gees moved into the area near Miami, which enjoys nearly year-round sun and beautiful female tourists, Andy decided to join them, and he purchased an infamous, luxurious houseboat once owned by a gangster (who was slain in what became Andy's bedroom,) which he has since gotten rid of in favor of a house.
But today, Andy Gibb doesn't sound very happy, not like the Golden boy most fans imagine him to be. The topic is the women in his past, and it is obvious that not all has gone the way he wanted it to. He admits quietly, "Women have been . . . less than kind to me at times. I've been disappointed in love, and I've made some mistakes I wish I could go back and change."
Asked to elaborate on the mistakes, he notes, with optimism in his voice, "Oh, why dwell on the past, anyway? There's so much to look forward to, and one of my favorite sayings is 'This, too, shall pass.' I don't like sounding like a Pollyanna, but tomorrow always gets better."
Andy's tomorrow is definitely one of the most promising in show business, and he threatens to become the no. 1 teen idol, ahead of Shaun Cassidy, before too long, His internationally best-selling albums are all no. 1, his stardom is assured, he may be doing a joint concert with his brothers, and there are plans to make him into the screen's next John Travolta, possibly starring him in the sequel to GREASE, titled SUMMER SCHOOL.
The past, of course, is something else. By now, most fans know that Andy was once married, to a blonde Australian secretary, and that he is the father of a little baby girl, whom he has reportedly never seen.
What's the truth about the baby? "I don't generally discuss her," he intones solemnly, very maturely, "but I love her." End of subject.
Another of the singer's girlfriends supposedly won his affections and then disappeared from his life, leaving only a note and I'm sorry. She, too, was a blonde, and there seems to be a pattern to the females Gibb is interested in. His current best friend (and ex-flame) is Britisher Susan George, an older woman and a blonde. The two go everywhere together, and he admits he likes older women:
"They have a kind of experience of life that you can't get, except with the year," he explains, brightening up considerably. "Susan is a kind of surrogate older sister to me, but she's also a very attractive woman. She's all things to me, and I'm very lucky to know her. My dates realize she's one of the most important people in my life."
Of course, Andy has a little sister, but she is much younger than he and isn't exactly an advisor to him. His older brothers, with whom he is very close, are his mentors, and the rest of his family is also always there when he needs them. Indeed, the rising celebrity doesn't feel he's a typical sex symbol, because of his close family ties and his wholesome outlook on life: "I'd rather be nice than not nice," he says.
"I'd rather take the trouble to sign an autograph than to stick my nose in the air. I never forget that the fans, the record-buyers, are the ones who put me where I am, although I'm no kind of a big singer to compare with my brothers or, say, the Beatles."
"Our parents reared us all right, and they taught us that the worst thing in the world is to hurt someone else - especially in love . . . I'm more concerned with love than sex, so I can't think of myself as a sex symbol, which seems like a superficial title. I'm flattered that people find me attractive or sexy, but that's not where I'm at. When I'm with a girl, I don't think in terms of how I can overwhelm her with charm or looks or fame, but I wonder what she's been through, how much love she has inside her and whether she likes me for myself."
Nowadays, of course, young Andy could have almost any girl he wanted, either as a friend or a date, and he is constantly besieged by groupies. His reputation is rather wild and he admits that he is sowing his wild oats now, while he still has time, for the future will become busier and busier. Already, he spends hours a day writing music, and hours more performing, practicing, or traveling on the road or talking business in meetings throughout the country.
"I'm practically a corporation," he once again sighs, probably pining for the simplicity of earlier days. Is he happy with what's happened to him?
"Maybe I don't always show it, because I can't be thrilled every minute of the day," he explains sensitively, "but I'm very satisfied with how my career has gone. It's doubly fine for me, because I had to overcome being identified with the Bee Gees or having people say I made it because of them. Well, now I have my own identity and practically no one refers to me as so-and-so's brother, which is a wonderful feeling. It means I'm likable, talented, acceptable on my own, and I think that's what everybody wants in this life."
"The problem with fame is now when a girl comes up to me and acts interested and some of them are remarkably forward or bold - I'm not sure if it's for me myself or for the famous Andy Gibb, or even for the kid brother of the Bee Gees. I know this all sounds cliché, and you read it in all the tabloids at the market, but it's a very real problem, once it happens to you. I want to know if a girl likes my personality or if she just likes my image. I can't go into a meaningful relationship, much less marriage, without knowing that for sure."
Marriage?
He grins and laughs. "Did I say marriage? I meant 'going steady.' I'm already married: to my family and my career."
NOTE: This is an article from a teen magazine.
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