Welcome to morobinbarrystories.com! Please join me on twitter @morobinbarry. This site is for Bee Gee fans who would like to share and read 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, send it to email@example.com. I will post some and have included many in my book, which is in editing now. This process is sooooo slow! At times, I will write about Gibb events, which I hope the fans will enjoy.
August 21, 2017
Sorry I’ve been out of the loop and have been unable to post in the past weeks. I have been moving back to New York and to my roots at Syracuse University! I’m excited but it’s a great deal of work to move and teach and write at the same time!
So, here’s a story from a mega fan that is one of my oldest and sweetest of all.
My Bee Gee life goes back to my 10th birthday. I was a little girl with a crush on a pop group that most people didn’t know much about. My older sisters loved the Beatles and the Kinks and The Byrds. My sister Melissa cried over the Beach Boys. My Mom and my sisters watched me mope around like I was a sick baby because my life revolved around Barry and his brothers and their music.
I heard “Massachusetts” at my girlfriend’s house when I stayed overnight for a pajama party, and I was hooked. For my birthday, my family got tickets to the Bee Gee concert in Albany, New York. It was 1971.
My world changed that night. Seeing them in person is not something I can describe. I’ll never forget how I cried tears of excitement at knowing they were REAL, and my two sisters fell in love (Melissa with Maurice and Carolyn with Robin).
All three of us thought Barry was beyond perfect. There was no way to dispute that. He just looked like a God. After the concert, I became a life-long fan with blinders on. They could do no wrong, no matter what the music was.
Every birthday and Christmas from the age of 10 involved a Bee Gee gift. My collection included posters, mugs, lunch boxes, fan magazines, ticket stubs and everything that could be bought in a record shop.
As a teenager, I would ignore my friend who didn’t understand them, and then Night Fever happened. Now they all got the point, although I’d already been a fan for half of my life in 1979, when I took some of my girlfriends to the Spirits tour in New York City.
My boyfriend in college was shocked when he saw my albums and the Bee Gee shirne I had erected in my dorm room. No, I didn’t marry that boy, but he boy I did marry (Jason) lives with my addiction to this day. He has weathered every Bee Gee storm with me over the decades and has comforted me through the grieving I have experienced, starting with Andy in 1988. Jason still marvels at my loyalty. I tell hm it’s not about loyalty. It’s about the best band that ever existed. Some people don’t get it, but Bee Gee fans know exactly what I mean. No group could come close, and that’s simply the truth.