Love and Loss-Barbara Gibb

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August 18, 2016

So much of what we learn in life comes from observation; and although each person’s perception is different, I have observed the comments, photos and tributes to Barbara Gibb this past week and have been dramatically affected by each of them. My heart feels a bit wounded, since I have lost my own mother recently. My swirling feelings have prompted some thoughts about her and grief that will be with me for years to come.

Loss is inevitable. Knowing that fact doesn’t make it any easier to deal with, no matter how strong or stoic a person tries to be. I’m not comparing the Gibb family loss to mine, just thinking out loud about what it all means. I wonder if Barry and his family have experienced the same emotions I have experienced. I felt more sadness for my Mom before her death than after. Maybe that seems strange, but it’s the truth. Watching someone you love lose her health and vibrancy is painful.

Just like Barbara Gibb, my Mom was ill for quite some time and debilitated with no chance for recovery due to old age. After death, I didn’t feel sad. I felt many emotions: relief, peace, and remorse among them. I kept wondering and then actually spoke the words aloud to some of my family “Is there something wrong with me?” I suppose that a certain amount of guilt is a natural component of grief, and at times I ask what it would take to forgive myself for things undone or words unspoken.

I can’t empathize with Barry and Linda’s situation, since they are in the public eye, and that’s even harder to deal with, but I do know from experience (as I’m sure they do) that we have to remember and hold fast to certain ideas. Just like that failing athlete trying to rebound from a horrible injury or great loss, what matters is how one rebounds and deals with the struggle after the fall. How long does it take to get up?  What does one do when a mother’s heart stops and yours continues to beat?

Well, there’s no timeline and no such thing as closure. That’s a sobering thought but important, I think. It helps keep the time of grieving in perspective.

Barbara Gibb was like the Rose Kennedy of the pop music world. She was a rock of strength for her family. She experienced horrific losses in her life and survived. She watched her husband and several sons precede her in death, and yet she found joy and love again through the rest of her family and her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I wish I had known her, for just being around her might have given me insights and life lessons to cherish.

I send my love and sympathy and positive energies to Barry and Linda, Lesley, Yvonne and Dwina, and all the family members. Lastly, I’d like to share two tidbits about what I have learned through the loss of my Mother.

Nothing you do in the future will diminish the love you shared. No one can take away the memories and passion of a mother’s love and its impact.

Secondly, let everyone around you be a source of healing. We find comfort in unexpected places, and those moments of comfort give a promise of hope for the future.

I see the Gibb family as resilient and powerful and know this strength will help them through this challenging time. Blessings always.

 

 

 

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Andy Affecting Me

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July 22, 2016

There won’t be a fan story this week, mostly because I feel that today needs to be an “Andy Day” on this website. I’ll share with GSI, of course, as I always do. I’ll also post on other Bee Gee sites a bit later on. For now, here are some ideas to ponder.

It’s not that I’m sad, just thoughtful and reflective and deeply touched. I’ve been writing a book for several years now, and I’m just about 80% finished with it. However, I’ve been at a standstill for quite some time, and it’s because I’m writing about the year 1988. The lined pads I write upon have been blank for a month, and I’ve just talked myself into facing March of 1988 in the past few days. It was tough to write the reality into my fictional story line, since I intertwine the novel with real events in the Gibb brothers’ lives.

I refer to Andy in the story as “Baby Gibb” in a sweet and affectionate way, but I suffered while putting the words down. Hanging over my head like facing a serious doctor’s appointment or having a tooth pulled or maybe taking a challenging final examination, I knew that it needed to be done and I’d feel better once I’d written the chapter, but it still gnawed at me with an “I’m dreading this” kind of feeling.

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I loved and still love the thought of Andy Gibb and all the moments of pure joy he gave me while he was with us on earth. Seeing him perform three times was an honor, but today I simply need to mention how much he is missed and why I think he was one of the most amazing men….EVER!

Most fans know of the challenges and heartaches of his life, and they don’t need to be rehashed. What needs to be remembered is how utterly brilliant and talented Andy truly was. When I think that he left school at 13 and then proceeded to write 8 of the 10 songs on his first album, I am mind-boggled.

When I think he had his first #1 at the age of 19, I still feel a thrill at hearing it. “Shadow Dancing” will always be an iconic Andy song. When I remember that he worked for several charities, among them The American Cancer Society and the Diabetes Research Institute, I am not in the least surprised. He had an amazing heart full of love and generosity, and I wish I had known him, if only to tell him how much I admired every single positive thing he did to share himself with the world.

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After DJ’s began to play “Shadow Dancing’ on April 22, 1978, his life was dramatically affected. Like many other music stars, he made some poor decisions and suffered from depression, but he still worked in theater, on television and stage and also accomplished an extraordinary feat when he became a licensed pilot. This in itself was an amazing accomplishment.

Living in the shadow of bigger than life brothers must have been a blessing and a curse. How does one emulate the Bee Gees and their success? Yet, he was so close to his brother Barry that they were almost “twin-like” themselves. Photos of Andy in the last two years of his life are remarkably similar to photos of Barry. Andy was looking more and more like his older brother, who so gently had guided Andy from his childhood days until Andy’s success was worldwide. Barry’s love for his brother was clearly expressed in every laugh, recording, charity event and family gathering, and I know that somewhere deep in his heart, Barry knows his love made a difference.

The hurt of losing Andy still devastates me, like a cloud of doom that appears when one least expects it; and although those moments do occur, there are days when Andy gnaws at me to think of the positive moments and celebrate his heart and beautiful voice. I know he is with us all every time one of his songs is played or he comes rushing through my mind.

Andy, I hope that I do you justice as I write the story because you truly deserve all the love and respect I can express on the written page. I am forever an admirer and a better person for experiencing your talent.

Thank you, “Baby Gibb”.

 

 

 

 

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Smoldering Mo

smoldering eyes MO

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July 6, 2016

Well, it’s been awhile because I was traveling home to New York, but now I am back and here  to post a love story from a young girl and her adoration of Mo. We girls can relate to this one for sure.

Andrea

I was in middle school when I fell  in love with Maurice Gibb. I first saw him on the cover of a magazine my Dad brought me back from the U.K. after a business trip. He knew I was crazy for the Bee Gees, and in 1979 everyone was crazy for the Bee Gees. Dad got a pile of photos and a poster and surprised me with them. I remember that I cried, and then decorated my bedroom walls with them. I liked Mo because he had “smoldering” eyes. I called them that and my Mom nearly had heart failure. She asked me why I thought they were “smoldering”. I told her all the girls thought that he was sexy and his eyes looked right through you. She knew then that my hormones had gone crazy.

At 12, I dreamed about Mo and the dreams never stopped. His sweet, quiet way and those eyes made me love him when my friends were all after Barry.  Sometimes I thought he looked sad, too. I just wanted to hug him and make him happy. My heart grew even fonder of Mo when I saw him in concert with his brothers on the Spirits tour. I couldn’t take my eyes from him, even though he seemed to be in the background and not the lead singer. I hear this all the time from other fans, too. He wasn’t the center of attention, but he was my world when I was a teenager, and I followed him for decades as he came into his own more and more.

Those memories are amazing. My heart flips when I think of how much he thrilled me. I am always grateful for my teen years and still love him to this day.

 

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Funny As Hell

 

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Welcome to Morobinbarrystories! Please join me on twitter @morobinbarry. This site is for Bee Gee fans everywhere who would like to read and share stories of hope, joy, love and inspiration for Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibb. If you’d like to share a story, please email it to me at morobinbarrystories@gmail.com. Stories will be posted often, some from my collected tales and some from the new ones as they come in. Some I will save for my book (stories are placed at the end of each chapter). Hopefully, the book will be completed by fall of this year! At times, I will post articles about Gibb events that I hope the fans will enjoy.

June 16, 2016

Yes, that sense of humor makes us all smile, doesn’t it?

Mike-LA

I have a silly sense of humor, and my Mom always told me I’d either get thrown out of class for being impertinent or have the teacher rolling on the floor. She was sure I’d become a comedian and entertain people when I grew up, and that was even after I started playing the guitar in middle school and became obsessed with it and the Bee Gees. I did have a nutty sense of what was humorous, but I always got a laugh from my friends and anyone else who happened to be around.

I got this crazy sense of humor in part from the Bee Gees. I was a fan from the time I can remember talking. My Dad loved them, and I’d watch TV with him whenever they were on any show promoting an album and I loved how funny they were. He said that Maurice was just a “cut-up”, Robin was “quick-witted beyond belief” and that Barry was “sharp as a tack and always had a good comeback for what his brothers would say”.

When my Dad took me to my first Bee Gee concert in 1997,  I was mesmerized by them, truly the best night of my life.They were incredible, and I became an even bigger fan, if that was possible.

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When YouTube began, I started looking up all the shows and interviews I could, and I loved their sense of fun and silly way with reporters. They were my favorite musicians, but I also loved the way they played off of each other. I felt as though they were the kind of guys I could be around and give a comeback to if they said something funny. They seemed to be regular guys who were funny as hell.

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I will always appreciate that humor because it’s what gets me through life in a positive way. Not many musicians are funny, and no one comes close to Maurice or Robin Gibb. Sometimes I think Barry was the catalyst for their humor, but they kept each other on their toes no matter what the situation.I love their music, but I love their humor even more. Only guys who are really smart can be as creative as them, and I laugh at the thought of the three of them talking over each other in front of a reporter who is in way over his head. The Gibb brothers are just too quick for anybody to handle. I’m smiling now just thinking about them, and I thank my Dad for loving them and giving me the chance to experience their music and great sense of humor.

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Robin is My Guidepost

Robin jacket

May 31, 2016

As May ends and we honor Robin, here is a much older but thoughtful contribution that is really beautiful in its simplicity.

Kristin

Albany, 2002

I have been a fan of Robin Gibb’s since the first time I heard him speak on a television interview. I don’t remember the interview, but he was very up front and sincere and incredibly real. He hadn’t even sung a song, and I adored him. Maybe it was Phil Donahue or Geraldo Rivera, one of those shows. He had no qualms about answering questions with the true feelings he had….no baloney or silliness.

I was young and feeling just as he had felt. I had gotten married when I was 18, and I had children very young and wasn’t ready to be a mom. I had no idea what I was doing, and I was so set on my career (I wanted to be a lawyer) that I stayed in school and wasn’t a very good parent. My marriage ended, and I don’t know how many years it took for me to grow up and become a mature adult. I think I’m finally getting there, just like Robin did with RJ.

Robin had lived a life similar to mine, having children at a young age and not being there for them because he was a musician trying to be a success. He’s been honest about that time in his life, and I like his honesty.

I also like that he’s just like me with his sarcastic wit. My friends always tell me I’m a “funny cynic”, and I guess I am. I have always appreciated Robin Gibb’s crazy sense of humor and his fun attitude about everything. He’s serious about what counts and funny about all the rest of life. He doesn’t let anyone deter him from his goals, and he makes his family come first no matter what. He is also generous and a philanthropist, which has always given me incentive to volunteer and teach my children about giving  back to others who need help.

It’s wonderful to be a Bee Gee fan, but I’m more of a fan of the person that Robin is. I’m not saying I don’t care for Barry or Maurice. I do. It’s just that Robin has a way about him that mirrors my life and the way that I feel.

Then I get to hear him sing, and it makes me love him even more. My favorite songs are ‘And the Sun Will Shine” and “Run to Me”.and believe it or not, “Kiss of Life” where he rocks out and is funny on the video. I close my eyes and listen to that voice on the sad songs and want to cry because those songs are so lovely. Then a song like “Kiss of Life” makes me dance around the house!

He is truly a brilliant artist, and we are so lucky to have had him around for so many years. There is no one like him. I love his music, and even more important, he is my guidepost for the way I am living my life now.

 

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Thank you, Robin

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Good robin

May 20, 2016

Clearly, Bee Gee fans worldwide are suffering today, reliving their pain over the loss of their beloved Robin. Some experts say that coping with grief over the loss of someone who is admired and loved is difficult but easier to deal with as time goes by. I wish that were true.

Somehow, I am still shattered that he was meant to leave this world so soon. I want him here, singing and composing and creating, making cryptic and irreverent remarks that are simultaneously biting and hysterically funny. I want to hear what he has to say about politics and pop culture, new music and new musicians making their marks in the industry. I want his insights and suggestions, his humor and simply his presence.

Why can’t he be here to support his brother Barry, who would no doubt be moved and inspired and motivated, as they headed to the recording studio to make their magic?

Alas, the man who was always reaching to be better than his last song, was needed elsewhere. Although I am not alone in my despair, I take his loss very personally. Maybe it’s a selfish way to think, but he was “my Robin”. What Robin Gibb fan doesn’t claim him as their own? He was too young and too brilliant to leave his fans and his brother, his family and his friends, but leave us he did.

I still feel abandoned and suffer with that deep, hollow sorrow in the pit of my stomach. I can only imagine how his family misses him. I wonder about his bravery towards the last years of his life and question my capability to behave as he did. I admire and respect him and know I am a better person for having experienced his artistry.

As Bee Gee and Robin Gibb fans commemorate him on this day, we think of the music and the videos and are thankful to have them. We listen to his magnificently unique voice that resonates with the clarity of a musical enigma. No one could emulate his sound. He still gives us chills and brings us to tears.

Why I’m thinking of Winnie the Pooh as I write this I’ll never know. Maybe it’s because Winnie was wise beyond his “young bear years”. One of his most memorable quotes reminds me of Robin:

“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think”.

For sure, Robin, for sure.

 

 

 

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He Just Sang Like an Angel

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May 16, 2016

Continuing with Robin Gibb tributes, here is a short but poignant story that we all can appreciate. It makes me miss him even more.

Amy

Chicago

I grew up in a family of rock fans who loved bands like Guns n Roses, Van Halen and Def Leppard. My parents loved these groups, and others that were similar, but I was a Bee Gee fan. Really, I was more of a Robin Gibb fan from the time I heard him sing “And the Sun Will Shine”. I don’t remember the day or what show it was, but I was with my friend Samantha, and we were at a sleepover and saw him on TV. I was a goner after that night.

So many people say that the music changed their lives or helped them when they were sad. I just fell in love with his voice. I must have been 11 or so at the time. His voice was smooth and sort of nasal, but it was perfect. It wasn’t like anything I had ever heard, and he looked so different and serious when he was singing. He never screamed or wailed or broke a guitar or dressed like he was in a weird costume. He just sang like an angel.

Of course, he was the deep thinker and the sarcastic Bee Gee, too, and he kept changing his hair, which I thought was so fascinating. It was a page boy and then it was red and then it was a mullet. He always kept me interested in him as a person as well as a singer.I think it was his strong personality that affected me, especially when the deejays stopped playing Bee Gee music. I was even more stubborn about how much their music meant to the music world. Didn’t people understand what a genius Robin was? He could sing anything, and he was so creative and focused. I wanted to be like him, confident and totally unique.

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He didn’t let anyone sway him or his vision. He just kept on being Robin, and he continued making music that he loved. I respected that, and I never wavered in my love for him. I will be his fan until I die.

 

 

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Loving Robin

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May 1, 2016

As we begin the month of May, we remember Robin Gibb and dedicate this month to stories related to him. This first one is an oldie from a long-time fan who loved Robin as a girl and stayed a fan for decades. We all know exactly how she feels!

Kathy

New York–2001

As a teen, the Bee Gees were a huge part of my life. It was 1976 when I heard their music for the first time. My cousin Josie had their new album, Main Course, and we listened to it for the first time one afternoon when our families got together for Sunday dinner.

I was 13 and she was 14, and after dinner while our parents sat around the dining room table talking, we’d go up to her bedroom and talk about our boy crushes and make-up and the Bee Gees. I was mad for Robin Gibb. Josie couldn’t understand that, since she was obsessed with Barry and planned to steal him from Linda one day and marry him.

I think when I heard Robin sing the beginning of “How Do You Mend a Broken Heart”, I was in love with him. You know, that part “When I think of younger days” at the beginning. I’d never heard a voice like that before. It was so sad and beautiful. My other favorite song of his was “Run to Me”. Most people mention “I Started a Joke” but my teenage hormone mind kept thinking of love songs and losing at love.

At the time I was in love with a boy who was a sophomore in high school and he had a girlfriend he was crazy about. I used to cry over him, and I’d play my sad Bee Gee songs and listen to Robin Gibb’s voice. I feel that it always soothed me; it is calming.

As the years went by, Robin still wasn’t the handsome one, and he was skinny and had an unusual face, but that didn’t matter to me one bit. I followed him and bought his solo albums and was a true fan. Josie and I would watch the Bee Gees whenever they did any kind of interviews, especially during the Spirits Having Flown tour. We’d get all excited like 5 year-olds. Robin always had something sarcastic to say, but he was so incredibly smart about everything. His wit captured my attention, and I loved him even more.

Josie got me the Robin Gibb lunchbox as a Christmas present (really as a joke) but I kept it on the shelf in my bedroom and cherish it. It’s one of my prized possessions, along with my albums. I was really obsessed.

I think he’s a genius and has gotten better and better over the years. There is no voice in the world like Robin’s voice. It is instantly recognizable because it’s so emotional and unique. Even now, whenever I have a rough day, I listen to him sing to me.

When I think back, I realize I was born at the perfect time because the music was so inspiring and fun and Robin made everything all right, no matter what I was dealing with in school or with boyfriends or family. There’s always the Bee Gees and especially Robin Gibb’s special sound. He is the best; and in my mind, no one compares to him.

 

 

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How Did He Really Feel?

Mo and brothers

April 8, 2016

Welcome to Morobinbarrystories.com! Join me on twitter if you like @morobinbarry. This site is for Bee Gee fans everywhere who would like to share stories of fun, joy, love and inspiration for Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibb. (Andy is not forgotten and is included at times). If you’d like to share a story, please email it to me at morobinbarrystories@gmail.com. Stories will be posted often, some from my many collected tales and some from the new ones as they come in. They may also appear in my book, which will I hope will be completed this year. At times, I will write about events relating to the Gibbs, which I hope fans will enjoy.

This week we read about a fan who wonders about Barry and what really went on during all those years.

Claire-New York

I became a fan of the Bee Gees when I was about 10. I think it was 1980, and they were world-famous. I was in love with Barry, just like every other girl in the world, I think, but it wasn’t for the reason that he was sexy and gorgeous.

I was an oldest child in a family with two sets of twins. It was hard for me growing up in a big family with all the responsibility I had, and I would just escape with the music and get lost in Bee Gee magazines and posters. There were times every week or sometimes every day that I felt a little separated from my brothers and sisters because they were twins and they seemed to have a special gift for knowing each other’s thoughts and feelings. I was the one left out, but I tried to be OK with that. It didn’t always work. There were battles and anger and bad feelings sometimes just because we were different.

I wondered what Barry was going through and how he really felt because it was really obvious to me that Robin and Maurice had that “twin thing” going on. I was young, but I was really mature for my age, and I identified with Barry because I knew he had tons of pressure on him to be a leader and he wasn’t always as close to his brothers because they were twins. I just knew it had to be that way because I lived it.

I was in awe of him. He seemed to always have it together, but I’m sure that wasn’t always the case. Fights happen in families, and the twins do stick together, I know that for sure.

Anyone who lives with twin siblings knows that it’s hard to be strong sometimes. I think Barry Gibb has been the strongest music star I’ve ever known. He was a star when he was a child, and he’s a legend now. I know he must think back on his twin brothers and all the challenges he overcame, and I love him for succeeding and never giving up. I think he must have felt like I felt at times, dealing with twin mentality, which is impossible to explain.

I am close with my brothers and sisters now, and I thank God for them;but I know that isolation is always a part of our relationship at times, and I’m all right with that now. I think Barry is tough and resilient and amazing, and I’ll be his fan forever.

 

 

 

 

 

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My Pillow and Maurice Gibb

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March 21, 2016

Well, this letter is about Mo, and it always warms my heart to hear about the love he inspired. I adore him now more than ever.

Carol

Dallas, Texas

I started as a Bee Gee fans when I was about 8, falling so hard for Maurice Gibb that I cried into my pillow at night. That pillow really had tears all over it many, many nights. I don’t know why he moved me so much, but I think it was about him not getting so much attention as Barry and Robin. It was kind of like that in my own family. I was the middle child, and my two sisters seemed to be in constant competition for who was the favorite child. I know I didn’t feel like it was me.

Anyway, Barry was so handsome, and Robin had that magical voice. Maurice seemed to be left out of the attention department. I thought he was so talented, and he had those wonderful eyes and that deep baritone sound to his speaking voice.  He sounded like a radio announcer but much sexier.

I would talk to my pillow, imagining him talking back to me. Then the pillow would get hugs. What a crazy girl I was! I dreamed about him all the time; and when I was in high school, I thought he would make the perfect boyfriend. I always wanted a boyfriend who was funny and a bit crazy and sweet at the same time.I knew Mo was like that. My growing up years were all about my obsession for loving him. He was my idol.

I finally got to see him on stage in Las Vegas during the “One Night Only” show. He was dressed in black, playing the keyboards and smiling ear to ear.I was seated right in front of him; I could barely breathe watching him sing. It was the night when many of my dreams came true. He had affected me in so many ways with his talent and humor and honesty. I was in heaven and so happy to really see him in the flesh!

It’s hard to describe why I am so grateful to Maurice. Whenever I needed cheering up, I would play Bee Gee music and look at his photos, and I’d feel better about everything, whether it was a bad grade or a fight with a friend. He was just like a support to me.

My pillow was full of tears again when we lost him, and I still cry; but I try not to be too sad because his music is still with me. I focus on the early years of growing up with him. Those memories keep coming back to me, over and over again. Thank you. Maurice.

 

 

 

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