This week I’m posting a Barry story from a very nice guy who knew he’d found his future wife by the way she talked about our Barry.
I married my wife because she loved Barry Gibb. Well, not just because she loved him, but that was a major factor! I grew up in a house full of girls. I had three sisters, and all of them loved Barry. I was the youngest, and my sisters were 15, 14 and 12. I was 10. It seems that as far back as I can remember, the Bee Gees were a part of our house. The music, the t-shirts, the posters, the fan magazines and even the lunch boxes (one for each brother and part of my sisters’ collection) were all over the place. As we got older, the collection got bigger, and I listened to music with them and loved it. When I was a teenager, all of my sisters’ friends would come over and play records, and there were girls everywhere. I had a crush on a different girl every week. My sister Melanie had the cutest friends, and they would giggle and swoon over Barry by the hour. It was great being sixteen and having really sexy girls around. What I noticed was that they all were really smart and fun and not skanky at all, if you know what I mean. They were classy, and they loved the Bee Gees. That got me to thinking when I actually was thinking rationally and not with my hormones. The really neat girls loved these guys, and my sisters were the leaders of the pack. So when I went to college, I dated lots of different girls; but in my sophomore year I went to a Christmas party at a friend’s house before the holiday vacation. I met the woman of my dreams there. There was this beautiful brunette standing by the record player, and she had the “Spirits Having Flown” album in her hands. I walked over and tried to play it very cool. She had my heart thumping. I started a conversation with her about the Bee Gees, and she was off and running….talked my head off about Barry Gibb. It sounded like my sisters all over again. I impressed her with my first-hand knowledge about him, and she smiled at me like I was a rock star myself. I tried to stay focused on what she was saying, but it was hard because she had these hazel eyes, and they twinkled at me and set off little sparks when she talked about Barry. She was really passionate about him. Funny, but I wasn’t jealous. I knew he was the best, and I was used to the “Barry talk”, but I hadn’t ever met a girl anywhere as amazing as this. She was so devoted to Barry, and I loved her passion. We started to date the next day, and we are still together, over 25 years married. I think we must have had a million conversations about Barry and his life by now. I picked a girl who loved Barry Gibb, and I think it must have been for me what it was like for Barry when he met Linda. I just knew she was the one, and she still loves “her hot Bee Gee” just as much now as ever. That’s OK with me. I’m his fan, too.