Well, it’s back to Mo again this week…..because fans still love him as much today as they did in the 60’s and this love goes from generation to generation!
My thoughts about the Bee Gees revolve around Maurice Gibb because my Mom was in love with him when she was a teenager in the sixties. She had pictures and posters and all the albums and my two sisters and my brother and I grew up with Bee Gee music, but I remember her devotion to Maurice the most. She got me hooked when I was about six, when she used to play “Wildflower” and talk about his beautiful eyes. She said his eyes “were soulful”. Of course, I didn’t know what “soulful” meant, but Mom used to say that eyes tell a story and you can always see if a person has a good heart through their eyes. She said that eyes don’t lie.
It was really funny, because my Dad used to tell her that he was jealous, but he just shook his head and said it was part of my Mom that made him love her so much, that she was like a “groupie” even though she was married with children. He thought it was cute, and he loved the Bee Gees, too, so he used to put up with her “swooning”, as he called it.
I used to think he had the best smile I’d ever seen, like he was really happy to see you.
Mom said that when she went to her first concert in 1971, she couldn’t even remember the music because she was so wrapped up in his smile and the way he seemed to love the fans and every minute of being on stage. She said she was out of breath and couldn’t even scream she was so overcome by him.
Devotion to Maurice Gibb was just a part of my growing up years. He was more important than John and Ringo or Mick Jagger or (later on Michael Jackson and Phil Collins and Bon Jovi), who my Dad, being from New Jersey, thought was the best of the best.
It didn’t matter that Maurice Gibb wasn’t given the publicity of these other people. Mom always stayed true to him. I loved dancing with her to his music, and the memories are still vivid and happy, thinking of my Mom sighing a big sigh and saying, “See how wonderful he is?’ after we’d danced around the house for the thousandth time. He was just special and different and sweet, and I’ll never forget how his influence helped make our house a happier place every day. Now I look at his pictures and I totally get the “soulful” connection. I just would add SEXY to that…….he was soulful and sexy!