Rest in Peace, Blue Eyes
Teen Idol Bobby Sherman Dead at 81
Bobby Sherman has died at 81, The "Los Angeles Times" reported that Sherman's wife Brigitte Poublon Sherman announced his death June 24 via the social media of friend and actor John Stamos.
I consider myself a "late boomer." I was born in 1957, a little too late for John, Paul, George, and Ringo, but right on schedule for Bobby Sherman.
Years ago, a friend nine years older than me went to see Paul McCartney in concert somewhere on the West Coast. She was ecstatic over the concert and her front row seats. She sent her Midwestern friends a blast email extolling the joys of seeing one of the remaining lads from Liverpool up close and personal.
She admitted to tears in her eyes when Sir Paul strode on stage.
I'm happy for her, but I admitted I've always pretended that I wanted to marry Paul, but it isn't true. Of course I love the Beatles, but when they played Shea Stadium I was in second grade, praying to not be called last for Red Rover on the playground.
My secret fantasy was about a five-foot nine-inch dreamboat from Van Nuys, California. I adored Bobby Sherman. When the theme song, Seattle, of "Here Come the Brides" played on ABC, I could not wait for Bobby to appear on the screen. He was one of three brothers, and by far the most beautiful.
The theme song said, "The bluest skies you've ever seen are in Seattle," but the bluest eyes I've ever seen were on Bobby Sherman.
Bobby Sherman frequently appeared on the cover of "Tiger Beat,"
which I bought for a quarter at our Rexall Drug Store. There I bought my album of "With Love, The Scrapbook Album" (1970) for $3.99 and played it on my Close and Play until it was warped. The album covered stood up to resemble a picture frame. There Bobby sat on my bureau, his cute little smile flirting with me every day.
By the time I entered my teenage years, John and Yoko had already gotten a little peace at the Amsterdam Hilton, and Paul had long been married to Linda. Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy were dead, we were mired in the jungles of Southeast Asia with no way out, and Woodstock was history. The National Guard would shoot four dead in O-h-i-o that same year, and Bobby was still my love.
Rest-in-peace, young blue eyes.
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Although I was out of school when Here Come the Brides came on TV, I loved every episode and was in love with ALL three of the brothers. I always liked Bobby Sherman because he was one of the good guys and never pretended otherwise. Nice post, Amy, and I hope Bobby's in Rock 'n' Roll heaven with the too many others we've lost lately.
I read the NY Times obituary and I was pleased to learn he spent his later years as a medical technician who taught first aid and CPR to LAPD recruits. Sounds like a life well lived.