August 5, 2014

Today I am posting a photo of Barry from the Philadelphia concert, along with a picture of a lovely garden in my neighborhood in New York. This garden is a mixture of different kinds of flowers that one wouldn’t expect to mesh together, and yet they mingle so beautifully. The black-eyed Susan grows wild, the day lily is more elegant, the sedum takes a back seat to the more powerful flowers and the bee balm draws the birds. They are totally unique and special in their own ways and yet they compliment each other and flourish in the summer sun.

Every time I walk past this garden, I think of the Bee Gee fans who have shared their excitement with me at concerts and fan parties this past year and of other fans who have written their sentiments about Barry Gibb. (Yes, it is possible to relate almost anything to Barry). Each person has a Bee Gee tale that is different and special, and yet the common bond is  respect and love for this musical idol of theirs. People from all walks of life, neurosurgeons and construction workers, grandmothers and single professionals, males and females, teens and twenty-somethings—-meld together and share their memories. They cheer and grin from ear to ear at the prospect of being in the same space with Barry. I think of watching the fans before and during concerts and remember their common focus, the looks of anticipation and excitement before the shows and then the awestruck faces as he performed live for them. That special look is unmistakable, and it was rewarding and fun to gaze upon those faces, knowing they were enjoying a once in a lifetime experience and they were ONE….ONE in mindset and ONE in love.

Yes, the fans are a beautiful garden, and every time I walk past my neighbor Jean’s house, I marvel at the sight and think of fans around the world.