Much to the dismay of his parents, Steve Robinson was born at the tail-end of the 50’s at Scunthorpe Maternity Hospital, Lincolnshire, in Northern England. The sad realisation that they were actually expected to take him home to live with them, undoubtedly added further anguish.

Always a difficult child, Robinson was to irritate and alienate his parents and schoolteachers alike throughout his childhood. His most notable high school accomplishment was having the Careers Officer in hysterics by insisting, after much interrogation, that he wanted no part of any career that didn’t involve singing and playing the guitar.

Robinson’s attitude, and almost total aversion to academic study, served him well; upon leaving school, he landed a job sweeping the floor of a local engineering workshop. Starting at the very bottom, he managed to work his way sideways for the next three years, whereupon he announced to his family that he was going to America to earn a living playing music there.

As the chuckles subsided, Robinson said goodbye to family and friends, took a couple of guitars and a change of underwear, and left for the United States. The initial chorus of “He’ll be back!” from fellow Scunthonians gradually faded to a “God I hope he never comes back”, and not being one to disappoint, Robinson made a new life for himself in the land of Hope, Glory, and the Immigration Attorney.

Joining a band, Tampa Bay’s own magnificent underachievers, The Headlights, within weeks of his arrival, he made his living playing with them for the next dozen years or so. (Admittedly, a “living” might be glamourising things a little, but, to his credit, Robinson did at least manage to avoid sweeping one single engineering
workshop floor.)

Although currently a solo artist, Robinson does still play an occasional Headlights show and has been known to sing harmonies for ex-Byrdman, Roger McGuinn, when the situation presents itself. Generally, though, he busies himself at his St. Petersburg home, writing songs like they’re going out of style (which, of course, they are) and, according to his eleven year-old daughter, Emma, is currently writing some of the best songs of his life.

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