Phil Collins: ‘I’m terrible at retirement’ | Sunday Night

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Phil Collins: 'I'm terrible at retirement' | Sunday Night

Phil Collins: The Legend Who Just Can’t Retire

Phil Collins — the musical icon of the 1980s and 90s — was once everywhere: on radio stations, award shows, films, and television. Then, seemingly overnight, he vanished from the spotlight. In a recent interview, Collins made a return and admitted something his fans likely already suspected: “I’m terrible at retirement.”

Though older now and physically less agile, Collins continues to perform and is preparing for a new world tour. He shared that the feeling of being on stage, of being welcomed back by cheering fans, is irreplaceable. And this time, he’s not going alone — the band’s drummer is none other than his 15-year-old son, Nick Collins, who already plays like a seasoned professional.

Phil’s musical journey began at age 19 when he joined the band Genesis. When Peter Gabriel left the group, it was Collins — originally just the drummer — who unexpectedly stepped up as lead singer and found massive success. However, his personal life was far from smooth: three marriages, three divorces, five children, and costly legal disputes totaling up to $75 million.

Following his third divorce and the crushing weight of fame, Collins fell into depression and alcoholism. In 2008, he stepped away from the music industry and his health deteriorated to the point of intensive care. But through treatment and determination, he pulled through — just in time for a comeback no one expected.

Now, Phil Collins has reunited with his third wife and lives happily with his two sons. When asked to sum up his life in one sentence, he smiled and simply said: “I’m a lucky boy.”

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