ANDY GIBB: The Bee Gee's Smarter Brother?
Nineteen-year-old Andy Gibb has the sort of complexion that would make the Breck girl feel ravaged sitting in the same room with him. Contrasted with the rest of us suffering a typical New York day, buried under a clever blend of 1000% humidity and petrified funk which dares to call itself air, the youngest Gibblet is long-blond-haired, pink-skinned and insisted, as I envied his healthy exuberance: "You're kidding! I'm shattered.
ANDY GIBB: The Bee Gee's Smarter Brother?
by
Toby Goldstein
Nineteen-year-old Andy Gibb has the sort of complexion that would make the Breck girl feel ravaged sitting in the same room with him. Contrasted with the rest of us suffering a typical New York day, buried under a clever blend of 1000% humidity and petrified funk which dares to call itself air, the youngest Gibblet is long-blond-haired, pink-skinned and insisted, as I envied his healthy exuberance: "You're kidding! I'm shattered. You should have seen me before the tour. Three months of two shows a night." He prat-fell off the fake-antique hotel chair.
Gibb had just completed a torturous three-months-plustour, primarily as an opening act to Neil Sedaka. The combination could have been embarrassingly staged as a father and son routine, but even given Andy's respect for the 25-years-ongoing entertainer, many of their shows brought generational differences into sharp relief. And Gibb's disgustingly successful discobopper tune, "I Just Wanna Be Your Everything", didn't help matters any. "I think the song reached its biggest peak on tour. It wouldn't stop peaking, it was number one and then it would come back again," he admitted sheepishly.