Robin Gibb got up from his settee to switch the channel on his Tv
set, pitched forward and fell unconscious on the floor ... and the Bee
Gees’ million dollar American tour was off.
That was the dramatic start to Robin’s breakdown which brought,
from his two brother Maurice, the comment “I could see this coming –
he’s such an incredibly highly strung person that he was bound to snap
eventually”.
Maurice, talking to me at a Marylebone mews house warming party
thrown by the Paper Dolls last weekend (they’ve moved into Maurice’s
old pad while he’s switched to pastures prosperous in Belgravia where
his next door neighbour is veteran actress Margaret Rutherford), said
“Robin never has a holiday. As you know, we have just come back from
holiday, but Robin never moved out of his hotel room.
“He went with Barry to Rome and Nairobi, but in both places, while
Barry went out sightseeing, Robin just stayed in his room writing songs.
Amazing but true.
“He seems totally unable to relax. He always has to be writing and
yet, instead of sitting back after his songs have been recorded, he
immediately turns to new writing. So he gets tense and tired with the
result that he collapsed last week.
“We may be twins, but I’m not a bit like him.” Maurice spent
his holiday commuting between the Bahamas and Britain and Rome and
Britain. He came back each time to tear about in his beloved Aston
Martin.
Maurice added that doctors were so disturbed by Robin’s condition
that at first they wanted to “put him out” for a few days so that he
would get some much needed sleep. Instead he was transferred last week
from a Regents Park nursing home to a health farm in Sussex.
Postscript on the Bee gees by the way: Could a new Robert Stigwood
progressive group formed of former Remo Four and Creation musicians and
called Ashton, Gardner, and Dyke soon become Ashton, Gardner, Dyke and
Melouney? Puzzle that one out – plenty of people in the pop biz
already are.