July 19, 2013
This week I’d like to ask fans for a particular type of story. I think I’ve documented everything from heart-wrenching to silly-crazy, but I’d like to hear your biggest dreams. Since I have seen so many interesting comments on different Bee Gee related websites, it’s clear that fans are very specific about their heart’s desire. For example, the fictional main character in my book is a girl who grows up with the Bee Gees from the age of 11 in 1968 until the book ends when she is 34. She has very specific goals and interactions in her relationships with Mo, Robin and Barry, who we all know as very, very different personalities on their own. So it doesn’t matter if you are a new fan, or a fan who goes back to the 60’s. I am sensing that every dedicated Bee Gee fan has something special they wished for, dreamed about, fantasized about (be careful! I have to be able to print them) What was or is your Bee Gees heart’s desire? Did you want to sing onstage with them? Take a walk with Robin on his estate in Thames and talk about the music? Have dinner with Barry at his home in Miami Beach? Sit and write a song with Mo as he sat at the keyboard? Fly with them around the world as they toured? Or were you perhaps able to fulfill your dream somehow? Please tell me. This week’s story is from a Barry Gibb devotee.
I have dreamed about Barry Gibb since I was old enough to put the record on the record player myself. I thought he was more beautiful than any person I had ever seen. As I got into the older years (maybe 7th grade or so), I actually hurt about him I adored him so much. He was the person I cried about into my pillow at night, my first huge crush that never really ended. My special recurring dream was that he would come to my house and pick me up and go with me to my dance class, walk into class and sit and watch as my friends and teacher stood shocked. I was a bit chubby, so I was always insecure in my leotard, but I still was a good dancer. I loved my class, but I never felt special, and I wanted to be the special girl just once and show everyone I was the coolest girl because I knew Barry Gibb. He actually would sit and watch the whole rehearsal for our upcoming recital. He’d sign autographs for all the girls, and sit down and sing a song for them (“Words”) and then he’d take my hand and walk out with me. Everyone would stare and be speechless. I even knew what he was wearing (his stonewashed jeans and a sleeveless white shirt, and his hair would be very, very wild). The dancers and the teachers from the different classes would follow us outside and watch as we got into a red convertible and drove away. Then I’d turn, like Olivia Newton John did at the end of GREASE when the car took off in the air, and wave goodbye to all of them. It was the perfect dream with my perfect Barry.