Robin Thicke Talks About Father Alan, Nudity And His Wife Playing A 'Groupie'

Robin Thicke is a man who needs no introduction, especially not in 2013. His catchy song "Blurred Lines," as well as its X-rated music video, were the talk of the town all summer. Elle sat down with Thicke for the magazine's November issue to talk about himself, his tunes, his gorgeous wife Paula Patton and the man who made it all possible -- his famous father, Alan Thicke.

"My dad was single my whole pubescent period. [Laughs] He had Ms. Alabama, Ms. Dominican Republic -- every week," Thicke tells Elle. "I was like, 'Dang, Pops.' He had an indoor Jacuzzi, and he frequented it. The first time I saw a naked woman was when I went to take a shower one morning before school. I was like, 'Who is this girl in my shower?'"

So how did Thicke Sr.'s womanizing ways shape the man Robin has become? "We were on vacation and some pretty girl walked by. I started ogling her like a 12-year-old boy, and he said, 'I know she’s pretty, but you stared at her and followed her across the room. What if there’s a prettier girl sitting two tables away? Now she’s not going to feel special. She'll say, "You look at all the girls like that." You've gotta play it cool so you don't look like you're desperate.'"

But desperate Thicke was not, since he managed to land smokin' hot actress Paula Patton and make her his wife (the two have been together since they were 14!). Thicke says they are still madly in love. "I like to take her out to a fancy, six-course meal that lasts three hours and stare into her eyes. Of course it’s a little schmaltzy. There's nothing women love more than an effort. You can even mess it up. The shoes that you bought don't have to be right. You might have gotten the wrong chocolates. But she'll know if you made an effort."

When asked if the two of them listen to his music in the bedroom, Thicke admits: "Yes. In fact, she likes to do it more than ever now. Sometimes she'll even play groupie for me."

Umm, TMI?

For more with Thicke, head over to Elle.com.

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Robin Thicke at Wham Bam: our review

Robin Thicke performs at the Molson Amphitheatre Aug. 31, 2013.

Robin Thicke didn't click.

Fresh off a controversial performance with Miley Cyrus at the MTV Video Music Awards last weekend, one might have hoped some similar drama involving the son of Canadian actor Alan Thicke might have reared its head at 92.5 KISS-FM’s Wham Bam bash at the Molson Amphitheatre on Saturday night.

No such luck, which is a pity, because Thicke’s headlining set could have used it. Any jolt of excitement would have been welcome.

The dapper R&B crooner Thicke, who topped a bill that included youthful Canadian pop rocker Avril Lavigne and Nova Scotia rapper Classified among others, never seemed to connect with the majority of the 7,000 gathered for the Toronto radio station’s annual bash.

That’s right — an estimated 7,000 for a guy who’s topped the charts all summer with his provocative smash “Blurred Lines.” It seems that a No. 1 song no longer guarantees a sellout, but perhaps that’s the first miscalculation that the performer made: he played his smash out of the gate, and as soon as it was over, a stream of people started heading to the exits.

And forget about whatever debt people feel Thicke owes Marvin Gaye to the tune: late R&B pop singer Robert Palmer is probably rolling over in his grave with not only the similarities in style, but the fact that Thicke borrowed a visual tweak with his three female backing singers.

Virtually expressionless, the leggy model types decked out in hot leather pants pouted their way through a few numbers, including surrounding Thicke, dressed in a three-piece suit, for a short bump-and-grind for “Blurred Lines.” Those were the only “blurred lines” of the evening for the concertgoer: determining whether Thicke was trying to play it sexy or initiate parody.

Behind the slick façade is obviously a man who has found his niche: the 36-year-old has a smooth voice that can glide effortlessly into falsetto at whim, and is enough of a disciplined musician who can command his equally tight four-piece band to take him where he needs to go.

But perhaps some streamlining is in order: for “Magic,” he was a blue-eyed soul doctor: for “Dreamworld,” he was tender balladeer falling dangerously close to lounge musician, sitting behind a baby grand piano tinkling the ivories.

By the time he sat behind the piano four or five songs into the set, rather than inspiring and re-energizing the crowd, he was sucking the life out of them.

Not all of them, of course: die-hard Thickies were having the time of their lives.

I’m willing to give Thicke the benefit of the doubt that it was an off night where he just never found his proper footing due to the shortened set and a mismatched flow of material, but his is an intimate sound probably better suited to smaller soft-seat venues.

The opposite could be said for Avril Lavigne: the diminutive vocal powerhouse easily fulfilled her straightforward agenda: get the house rocking and keep them there.

After her five-piece band kicked off her 45-minute set with an instrumental version of Queen’s “We Will Rock You,” the pride of Nepean launched into her recent hit “Here’s To Never Growing Up,” skipping across the stage and cajoling the crowd into waving their hands and singing along.

From then on it was a non-stop carousel of chart-topping hits for Lavigne, adorned in t-shirt/black skirt/torn stockings/wrestling boots attire: “Girlfriend,” “My Happy Ending,” “Rock N’ Roll” (sans bearshark). “Complicated” and “Sk8ter Boi.”

And there were some vigorous moments in her repertoire when Lavigne reminded you just how an impressive vocalist she actually can be, exhibiting a remarkable range and resolute intensity as she soared above the already amplified volume of her full-tilt band.

As for Luke “Classified” Boyd — as hip-hop shows tend to go — it was a stop ‘n start, hit n’ miss affair that proved the Nova Scotia rapper has what it takes to entertain large gatherings: 30-minute just isn’t enough time to do it properly.

At least in the cases of all three performers — Classified, Lavigne and Thicke — there was no twerking.

Thank heaven for small mercies.

Source: The Star