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November 15, 2016
It’s been awhile, but I’m busy writing away and have so much mail I can’t keep up with it. I love Bee Gee fans and enjoy hearing from all of you. This story expresses what so many fans feel about the brothers. So true and so poignant!
Marissa, New York
When I was a little girl, my Aunt Carmen was always babysitting for me when my Mom went to work at night. Aunt Carmen was a Bee Gee fanatic, and we’d play their music, and she’d start to cry over almost every slow song. She’d explain the song to me and what it meant, and then I’d begin to cry. (Too Much Heaven, Wish You Were Here, Tears, How Do You Mend a Broken Heart) were just a few of our favorites. She said they were “so emotional and perfect” and that Barry Gibb’s voice would give her chills. As I started to get older and went to high school, I would get more emotional when I’d hear their songs, too. I was just as big a fan as my aunt was because I understood their music and felt the emotions they shared.
My girlfriends used to tease me when I’d cry, but they were just as soft-hearted as I was, and they used to sing along with me in the car whenever we went somewhere and I was driving. They knew it was primarily Bee Gee music that they would hear. Sometimes we’d play Rod Stewart or Paul McCartney or Billy Joel, but we’d always go back to the Bee Gees.No one could sing like they could, which moved me to really understand the music.
When Maurice passed away so suddenly, I think the music took on an even deeper meaning, and my emotions were tied up in every song I’d replay over and over until I had gone through every album. This was usually done with my aunt, of course, when we’d get together for dinner or on the holidays.
I would sometimes get embarrassed by showing my emotions, but now I always feel like that’s a gift. Maybe I didn’t realize how lucky I was in the 80’s to have this Bee Gee education and enjoy the music so much, but now I look back and know that every emotional moment was special. I still thank Aunt Carmen for those amazing days.