I took this shot as Barry started the concert at the Hollywood Bowl—looks like some heavenly help going on…

Some moving thoughts from Mary in Chicago…….

I have been a Bee Gee fans since I was 14 and a gawky 8th grader, in love with a guy who made me dream and kept me up at night. I would stare at his photo on my wall. He was dressed all in white and had wild long hair that was beautiful  and tons of chest hair. I thought he was like a God, and that was in 1978. I still think he’s a God, and he’s just as handsome as he was then. It is hard sometimes to see him sing without his brothers, but there are moments that I am sure they are with him, and I don’t think it’s possible for him to really be alone, even though we only see one Bee Gee on the stage. The other brothers are there, too.  The music that these three brothers created made me happy all through my teen years and then through my twenties and thirties as I raised my family. They were and still are a part of my life every day. I do enjoy other artists, mostly from the old school, because I can’t relate to hip hop or heavy metal or rap. I do love Harry Connick and Michael Buble and still put in my Sinatra CD’s at times, but I always go back to the Bee Gees and the man who made me happy as a young girl. Barry doesn’t realize what a huge effect he had on millions of girls, and I don’t think he will ever really get it. He’s got that something that makes my heart skip a beat, and I know that Robin and Maurice are still with him every day through every concert and every decision he makes. You can’t separate the three of them because what they created was perfect music and it took all three of them to do it. Barry has to keep singing for all of his brothers, and I know they guide him along, and I think he knows it, too.