FROM BEV IN BOSTON–to MoRobinbarrystories.com
I’m not going to write a long story about Barry Gibb. What I feel is simple. I wanted to marry him when I was 10 (in 1977). I cried because he was married. I cried A LOT! I lusted after him as a teen and twenty-something. He was “sex on a stick”, as my friends and I said, and we never changed our minds about that. He got sexier, smarter, cooler and nicer as he got older. I loved that he loved his family and wife so much. It made me love him even more. On top of all of this, he is the best songwriter who ever lived, and singing his songs makes me happy. There is no better artist than Barry Gibb, and that’s a fact.