Welcome to Morobinbarrystories.com! Please join me on twitter @morobinbarry. This site is for Bee Gee fans everywhere who would like to read and share stories of fun, joy, love and inspiration for Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibb. (Andy is not forgotten and is included at times). If you’d like to share a story, please email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Stories will be posted often and some will appear in my book, which is currently in editing! At times, I will post articles related to Gibb events, which I hope fans will enjoy.
May 9, 2017
We are thinking of Robin Gibb. of course. Oh, Robin, my Robin. How your beautiful voice and gentle aesthetic are missed.
I first saw Robin Gibb when he performed on a TV show. I was about 10, and he and Barry and Maurice were on the Tom Jones Show. I thought the show was awesome, coming from another country. I remember that Maurice was playing the piano,sitting behind Robin and Barry. Robin sang first, and the song was “I Started a Joke”. He mesmerized me. He had long hair and bangs in his eyes. He must have been about 18 or 19. He was beautiful. His voice was beautiful. I was in love. Even at that young age, my heart was pounding so hard I thought I’d faint. From that day on, I was a Robin groupie. I followed his career like I was his own personal puppy dog. When “Saturday Night Fever” came out and the brothers wore the white outfits with their chests exposed, I dreamed about Robin every night. I was about 17 at the time and more in love than ever. When he got married, had kids, got divorced, every milestone was so dramatic for me. I knew in my heart that he was like part of my family. He was always going to be part of my life, no matter what he did or what song he sang. I got married and had a family of my own, all the while buying every single album. I was depressed when Robin and the Bee Gees weren’t performing in the mid-eighties. I felt cut off from him and would play the older albums to hear his voice. I was so thrilled with “ONE” and all the new music that followed. His voice got even better.I loved him even more as he got older. As he matured, so did I. I’d watch TV interviews on TV; and when Maurice died, I saw the pain and shock in his face, and I cried for him and with him. To lose a twin was sad, but the way Maurice passed was unthinkable. I saw Robin’s sorrowful face much too often after that. I’d cry when I saw photos of him because he looked to be grieving, and I wanted to comfort him. I prayed for him and prayed even more when he became ill. He will never be gone because he has been in my life since I was a little girl, and he is always with me. The effect he had on me when he sang is something I can’t explain in words. He has impacted my life for all these years; and when I miss him, I cry and get it out of my system, and then I play his perfect music.