Thanks for all the emails and positive response to the blog. I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to send me a kind message.  As I continue working on the book, I am inspired every day by the wonderful, dedicated fans who support Bee Gees music. This week Barry is the center of attention, as well he should be! Below is one new story and on Barry’s page is another story from a very, very passionate Barry follower. Both men and women respect and admire him. The love is universal.

Kyle

Albany, NY

My life with the Bee Gees goes back many, many moons. I stared writing songs when I was 9. My inspiration was the Bee Gees. I just knew that I wanted music to be in my life and that I had to compose and sing. Even then, I was a confident little pisser. When I was 13, I was determined to see them perform and begged my parents to take me to their concert when they were on their 1979 “Spirits” tour. We had family in NYC and I reasoned that it was worth the ticket price because we would not have to pay for a hotel. I was the most persistent kid on the planet. I somehow had the reasoning in my head that if I could be in the same room with them and breathe the same air, maybe some of their brilliance would rub off and I could write a great song (without ripping them off) that everyone would sing forever. I guess my Mom got tired of me badgering her about Bee Gee concert tickets, because she caved in and surprised me with tickets, and we made the trek to NYC. She went with me because I know deep down she was insane for Barry Gibb. She kept staring at him without blinking once, and she was as charged up as I was.  It was the single most exciting night of my life. I was numb, mesmerized, in awe. What really amazed me was how they sang so effortlessly. I was a kid with these heroes in front of me singing live. Although they were not the first group to use the “falsetto” sound, Barry Gibb’s voice was so incredible when he sang falsetto, that I thought he was a superstar. My mother loved that sound.  She also loved “Too Much Heaven”. It was “her” song. The concert made me more determined than ever to write music and perform for a living. I did not make it to broadway, but I have been a music teacher and a singer for more than twenty-five years. I play with a rock back, and we do quite well for ourselves. I am doing what I do because I couldn’t imagine anything else making me happy. There is something inside every musician that makes him want to be better each time he opens his mouth. That is what the Bee Gees have done. Every time they wrote new music, it was better than before. They have been a part of my life since I was a boy, and they will be there with me until the end. In my mind, Barry Gibb is cheering me on whenever I take the stage. He has a God-given talent, and his brothers were the perfect complement. Thank God the Gibbs kept creating. The young musicians of today need their example of what true talent really is all about. When my mother passed away last year, I knew I had to sing “Too Much Heaven” at the funeral. It was the only song she really wanted, and I loved honoring her by singing it.