I know that this one is a little overdue, but since there are few bloggers actively writing who actually remember you when you were cool, I thought I'd pen you a little note.
I remember when I was a kid in New Jersey, my family and I would watch your primetime Bobby Darin Show on TV every week. We loved your show. I can't honestly say that I'd have picked it myself, but the channel button was out-of-bounds for a small boy. There were three shows from my childhood (apart from cartoons) that I still remember clearly, one was the Ed Sullivan Show (the guy spinning plates and the ventriliquist who used his fist as a puppet were my favorites), the other was a Spanish Novella set in the Old West (my grandma's favorite show during the day), and the third was your show. In fact, I can pretty much state without much doubt, that listening to you sing inspired me to love music for the rest of my life. Add to this, the fact that you were married to Sandra Dee, who was the HOTTEST WOMAN ON EARTH, and pretty much typifies (lookwise anyways) the perfect woman to me - and you were a GOD. One day, your show was just gone. I knew that it was Friday night, and when I asked my aunt why we weren't watching the show, she had to explain that you had died, while you were in the hospital for a routine surgery, and that the show wouldn't be back. I was sad for a few moments, and then drowned my sorrows in the Sonny & Cher show, which got me giggling once again. But for those who are now going to watch a part of your life story at the movies, most of them will not appreciate the coolness that was once Bobby Darin. You were much more than "Mack the Knife", and this world is a little less entertaining without you in it.

By Buster Van Buren the Great and fucking sexy