his post is as much about the entire year of music from 1977, as it is about the song I love most from that year, by the artist who began the stirrings of the baby gay I was at age 11. I could run a list as long as my arm of the songs from 1977 that I could listen to all day. In fact, when going through my online music playlists, often I come back to ‘77 as the stand out. But today we will chat about the magic that is Andy Gibb and his mega-hit I Just Want To Be Your Everything. The landscape of pop music began changing as the seventies approached its end, and the Bee Gee’s had their imprint on so much, not least of all the career of their youngest brother. The album cover had Andy in a red shirt, unbuttoned enough to showcase his hairy chest. There he was with his wavy, feathered hair and the smile of what can only be described as that of a demigod, the son of perhaps Zeus and some beautiful Australian mortal. My cousin Cristine had a huge crush on Andy Gibb, and she was allowed to, as a little girl in suburban America. I, obviously, was not. But when Aunt Pat got us tickets to see him perform at the Westbury Music Fair, it was all I could do to contain myself. He was literal perfection. His music was brilliant delight. It lit me up inside, and I didn’t know why, I just knew I could never talk about it. Until now, so enjoy some youngest brother Gibb!
From the historical writing archive. Original date: November 20, 2016. Recovered from local source material; editorial review is still in progress.
