Robin Oh Robin!

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May 9, 2017


Washington, D.C.

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.


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A photo I took of Barry, humbled by the crowd’s love in Philadelphia

April 7, 2017

Let me preface this article by letting everyone know that I am in no way comparing Barry Gibb to Jesus, although his fans do think he can do just about everything, short of walking on water.

I’ve been thinking about the upcoming Holy Week that is celebrated by Christians and culminates with Easter Sunday, which happens to be the day that the Recording Academy Tribute Concert for the Bee Gees will be telecast in the United States.

I admit I’m a good Catholic girl, and I somehow think God had a hand in setting this date for the concert. Laugh if you like, and doubt if you feel the need, but hear me out. There are just so many parallels that come to mind; and maybe my line of reasoning is a bit zigzaggy,  but I do keep the faith!

Holy Week begins on Monday and is a most important time in the Church. Passover also begins on Monday and runs to April 18. For those who don’t know about Passover, this holiday celebrates the Jews’ deliverance from slavery; it also is a depiction of Christ’s atonement for his people and his deliverance of us from the bondage of sin.

Over the decades, Bee Gee fans have had more than their share of dealing with heartache and having the need to call on their faith. Barry and his family, who conspicuously are often seen wearing crosses, have been through much pain and suffering, and the fans have been empathizing with them every step of the way.

During Holy Week, also called Passion Week, Jesus revealed his passion for us in his suffering. Most people, whether religious or not, can agree that Jesus was a good man, a good teacher and even a prophet. I wonder how many fans feel this way about Barry? Admit it, some of you out there do feel like this. He’s other-worldly, truly inspiring, and every story I get supports this feeling of adoration for him.

Sometimes I am shocked by the passion of fans whose lives literally revolved around Bee Gee music, concerts and paraphernalia. The word PASSION is sometimes inadequate when discussing fans and their love for the Gibb boys.

Barry, although deterred by tragedy, somehow didn’t lose sight of his passions, worked through his pain and suffering and still has survived. Passion is truly a word that fits his goals and achievements, and during Passion Week, he can rest on his laurels.

I think of what happened during Holy Week. There was a large cast of characters, each playing a part (much like a stage band, crew and fans). There were religious rulers, disciples, Jerusalem crowds and the distant but nasty Romans. Over the many decades of performing, there have been all sorts of characters involved with the Bee Gees and their great moments and their not-so-great moments. Not everyone has been supportive, and at times the brothers were deeply hurt by the media and those who dubbed them “disco”.

On Wednesday of Holy Week, also called Spy Wednesday, Judas conspired to betray Jesus. It’s hard to believe, but over the years, the Bee Gees had their share of this type of behavior. Betrayal is not foreign to any Gibb, just as we all have been betrayed at one time or another.

On Holy Thursday, the Last Supper was held, where Jesus ate with his disciples for the last time. He washed their feet, considered to be an act of tenderness and selflessness, truly humbling himself. If one is a long-time fan, it’s clear to each that all of the Gibbs have acted in selfless and tender ways when it comes to their families and dedicated colleagues. In recent years, Barry has seemed to be much more humble and grateful, well aware of his position as the surviving brother and sensitive to his fans’ needs.

Yes, there have been days that were the “last suppers”, many of those to look back upon, but perhaps Barry does so with love and reverence at this stage of his life.

Now we come to Good Friday. Why is it called Good Friday instead of Bad Friday? After all, it’s the day Jesus was crucified. Well, if one has faith, the belief is that this was God’s plan to save his people. Jesus showed his great love for man. He sacrificed for us. I’ve heard that it’s called the day where “wrath and mercy meet”. Think about that for awhile. How many times in life has one had a day where wrath and mercy meet? I can think of a few. The Gibbs certainly have had these in their lives as well, and Barry’s memories certainly include them.

Holy Saturday marks the transition between crucifixion and resurrection. Well, I could write another book about Gibb moments and events where they were “crucified” by everyone from radio personalities to writers and producers, as well as other artists. People can be cruel, no doubt about it; and yet, the Bee Gees always stayed true to their vision. They simply went about the business of being songwriters and creating music and certainly resurrected themselves with every new and brilliant album, whether it was their own album or music for other musical icons, like Barbra Streisand or Celine Dion.

Finally, we come to Easter Sunday, the oldest Christian holiday. It is a day of joy, celebration and thanks. It’s also a day for the giving of Easter eggs, which has been considered a symbol of rebirth in many cultures. I started thinking of Barry and rebirth in the same thought, and came up with the idea that “of course this has been his life”.

If one starts with him recovering from a horrific childhood accident and works through his meeting of Linda Gray, the premature birth of his children and their challenges as babies, survival of a music industry that turned its back on the Bee Gees and the loss of his three brothers, then he has been reborn many, many times. The most recent “rebirths” were the Mythology Tour, “In the Now”, the Lifetime Achievement Award from the Recording Industry and now the Tribute Concert, which is when???? Ah, yes, on Easter Sunday!

I rest my case.


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In Memory of Dad

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March 27, 2017

No one ever said being a professor was easy, and I’ve been buried in work this past several weeks. In addition, I’m trying to work on book edits; and compared to watching molasses flow out of a jar, I’ll take the molasses viewing. I keep telling myself it will all work out in the end! So here’s a story I’ve pulled for this week, and it fits the season. Many of us can relate, so thanks to the Dads out there. Every day is Father’s Day.

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I’m writing because today is the anniversary of my Dad’s death, and I loved him as much as I love the Bee Gees. He used to sit with me and listen to the music when I was an obsessed teen, madly in love with Barry Gibb. I am taking a deep breath, and keeping emotions on the positive side, even though it is hard to do. I have many memories that make me smile, so I try to focus on those.

When we drove in the car, he would patiently let me play my CD’s, and eventually the Bee Gee sound grew on him. He even told me he loved the “Still Waters” album and that it “grew on him”. My Dad was a musician himself, and he appreciated the complicated songwriting and the wonderful harmonies, that special sound only Barry, Robin and Maurice could make. At times, we would discuss some of the songs, and I’d pull out the old ones I loved the best, like “Morning of My Life” and “First of May”. He loved them both.

When he became ill, I would listen to his music with hm, mostly classical and some old country like Conway Twitty and Vern Gosden and Keith Whitley. My Dad taught me to appreciate all types of music and to respect the process of what these artists created. He was a laid back, gentle man, and I miss him every day, but I know he is with me; and when I play the old albums on my ancient record player that still works, I’m sure he is listening. I can see him smiling, and I can hear his voice, and I know how lucky I was to have a father who loved music so much.

The Bee Gee music keeps me grounded and sane, and I have a big box in my car of all the CD’s, rotating them according to my mood of the day. Thanks to the brothers and to my Dad. Long live the Bee Gee sound, which is so unique and wonderful.  I’m sure it will be played for centuries to come.

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On February 14 at 4:30, I attended a portion of the rehearsal for the Recording Academy Bee Gee tribute concert.  A few hours before the actual concert was to begin I sat and watched the activity,  and here’s how it went!


As I waited with the rest of the small group who were fortunate enough to be headed into the Microsoft Theater, I wished I had the powers of Samantha the witch from Bewitched or our favorite genie who complicated Major Nelson’s life on I Dream of Jeannie. How I wanted to transport all the fans and bring them there with me so everyone could experience the fun of seeing what goes on behind the scenes when a rehearsal is in progress.

So let me explain how this works. Much more complicated than a sound check, security was tight as we stood in the bowels of garage Gate G, where we soon were to see artists entering. Smelling of motor oil and flanked by large black SUV’s we awaited our entrance into the theater.

As Nick and Joe Jonas passed by, it was clear that everyone present had been born under that lucky star we often hear about.  Gathered in a small circle, some chatted and whispered, while others seemed nervous with anticipation.


The Magic Wristband

Now, I’ve been to the White House, and I don’t remember security this tight. Being on THE LIST was #1. Then the ID had to be checked, and green wristbands were attached. I was soon signing my life away, or so it seemed. There were guidelines. (I hate the word RULES). Cell phone off. No cameras or photos of any kind allowed (all the photos you see here were taken separately). Lining us up in alphabetical order by first name (hurrah for me) we were ushered (in single file) by staff to a side entrance, where we could hear the unmistakable voice of Keith Urban rehearsing “To Love Somebody”. Silently we listened until he had completed his rehearsal.


As our guide gestured for us to move, we walked swiftly and quietly to an assigned section about a third of the way back in the Microsoft Theater. The burgundy seats were plush, the room warm. The unmistakable silhouettes of Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibb, colored in hues of deep orange,  loomed large over center stage. Chills went through us all as special effects of thousands of rising stars rose upward. Glittering photos in a collage of all the Bee Gee albums shone from the ceiling downward. (see photo at top of article).

The special effects were glorious, as the lighting crew was working on tweaking the cues as the rehearsal went on. The orchestra was seated on both stage left and stage right behind the performers. Most of them wore jeans and t-shirts and seemed relaxed but focused.

We watched the intro medley first, which included Stayin’ Alive, Tragedy, How Deep is Your Love, Night Fever and then the Stayin’ Alive group segment. This was a complicated section of the show, since so many artists and dancers were involved. The director gave instructions through his microphone, and the segment began with a video of the Bee Gees as their harmonies blended so beautifully on the last note of Stayin’ Alive.


As Demi Lovato and the other artists came out to sing at their designated times, the dancers worked through glitches and their “blocking” (movement on stage). As this number progressed, hundreds of images of the brothers (Andy, too) filled the background. Everything from the early years, (Robin with a beard), those famous open chest silvery jacket shots, Mo with his hat and round glasses, and Barry and Andy together, were flashed on the screen.

I could feel those around me getting fidgety with excitement in their seats as they spotted Barry sitting down front with his ever-present bottle of water in hand.

As the number ended, the stage director headed on stage. Dancers in small groups rehearsed their steps, and the choreographer patiently gave instructions. The orchestra, too, was being given direction as the musicians laughed and made notes to their music.

As with any last rehearsal, care was given to every detail as the lights and cameras were adjusted and readjusted. I felt as though the scores of technicians looked like ants scurrying around as the director announced, “From the top once again.”

And so it went. There were camera cuts to the large screens on the let and right sides of the theater walls, and then again the cameras cut to where Barry and John Travolta would be seated during the show.

On the third go around, a voice testing the microphone levels said, “1, 2, 3, 4…….1,2,……1,2……..1,2,3,4. Then from the director, “Once again, please, everyone, from the top”. The huge sound boom moved slowly back and forth. Ah, the joy of being a musician and performer!

At this point in the proceedings, I got an emotional jolt of nostalgia, thinking how much fun the other three brothers would be having if they had been sitting in that audience with us. I just kept thinking of Maurice Gibb at every turn, picturing his wide smile as he tweaked his nose with his thumb and forefinger. The grin undoubtedly would never leave his face. He would be so proud.

When the opening number was completed, the big man himself headed for center stage and warmed up his voice, heating up the falsetto as he stood with his blue guitar. He waved a quick hello in our direction and got busy.  Yes, we were treated to Jive Talkin’ and those around me stood and started singing and dancing in place, caught up in the excitement of the moment. Stage floor lights glowed red, then blue, then green. Barry continued to rehearse for about 20 minutes until everyone was happy with the outcome.

Until that back wall flashed the album covers once again, (and even though I knew the facts) it didn’t sink in how extensive and overwhelming the Gibb brothers’ body of work truly is. Very impressive indeed, I thought, that the world will see this when the special event is broadcast on April 16!

When Barry finished up, he had some last words with the production staff and  then he headed in our direction. Accompanied by a photographer who was taking candid shots, he patiently walked up the aisle and down the line of seats to say hello to each person. Dressed in black jeans, black shirt, silvery belt buckle and a patterned black jacket vest, he looked imposing (as always!).

He also seemed  somewhat tired and obviously had experienced a long day (still with the concert to begin in less than 90 minutes) but he accepted hugs and words of love and admiration and smiled at everyone. He was patient and gentle, and it brought me to tears to see him bear the Bee Gee legacy alone, even though the accolades certainly must boost his spirits and are like a shot of adrenaline for his psyche.

Each person wanted to express that one personal message he or she had been waiting to communicate to him, and his affable charm brought broad grins to all the faces. I watched as he walked from person to person, as he made a personal comment to each, as he shook hands, as he grinned after the kisses.

His eyes lit up, and he was the legend, the icon, the talent they all worshiped. I glanced to my left and saw Ali Gibb leaning against the row of seats in the aisle, watching her father interact with the fans. Her face was soft and full of love, and I was happy for her. These memories will serve her well in years to come whenever anyone talks with her about her dad.

He waved goodbye and walked down the aisle to head backstage, and his presence hung in the air like a light summer breeze.


“It takes a village” doesn’t come close to describing the amount of work involved in creating a production of this nature. At any given time, dozens of people filled the stage and many more were behind the scenes. No doubt, assistant directors, stage managers, camera crew members, the stage hands, and choreographers were just a few of the hundreds who pooled their collective talents to complete this project.

As we started to walk back down the aisle, the voices of Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibb came through the speakers and we heard, “Love me please, just a little bit longer.”

I smiled as I thought for a moment and then said under my breath, “I don’ think that will be a problem for any Bee Gee fan, boys. Not a problem at all.”




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You Had To Be There!



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February 17, 2017

Anyone who is a Bee Gee fans knows about the Recording Industry Tribute to the Bee Gees, a concert that was taped on Tuesday, February 14, which will be broadcast on April 16 on CBS.

Yes, the analogy is fitting; held on Valentine’s Day, it was truly a love fest for the Gibb brothers. This Grammy honor has only been given three times. The Beatles, Frank Sinatra and Stevie Wonder were the previous honorees, so our Gibb boys are in elite company.

Instead of reviewing the concert (since fans have seen almost every performance online already)  I thought it fitting to share some of the “grab you by the throat” moments that viewers will not be able to appreciate when they watch the concert.

In no particular order, here are some special off camera moments…..

  1. John Travolta and Barry

John seemed to be on an emotional high, and he was clearly grateful for what the Bee Gees’ music did for his career. He mentions this during his little moments on stage, and his interactions with Barry throughout the night were heartfelt. John was sitting close to Barry, and their obviously congenial relationship was fun to watch. In between performances, there were moments where the crew was setting up for the next act, and the fun they were having sharing this momentous event just made me smile.


Barry and John Travolta

2. The nervousness of the performers

We don’t often think that famous celebrities get starstruck, but just about everyone who was performing was fighting the nerves because Barry was watching them. They knew a music legend when they saw one. A particularly fun moment occurred when Philip Sweet from Little Big Town flubbed his opening introduction of “How Deep is Your Love”. The good humored audience laughed and applauded as the director gave instructions to start again. Phil responded with a big smile and commented “I’m so, so nervous” as he looked over at Barry. He was too cute, and everyone in the crowd could relate to him. Having the big man himself watch as he sang one of the most recognizable Bee Gee songs had to be mind-blowing.


Philip Sweet on the right in photo…….

3. Magnificent Lighting Effects 

It’s difficult to appreciate the genius of this aspect of the concert without being in the theater. The Microsoft Theater has 7, 100 good seats. The stage is wide and of course there are two side projection screens for up-close viewing of what’s happening on the stage.

On this night, the beautiful and creative graphics were breathtaking. The innovative and inspiring laser, video and special effects had the crowd applauding the efforts of the lighting designer and his staff. I could only imagine what his light plot looked like. It must have been as big as the Bible! (FYI, a light plot is the book of cues for every single lighting effect of the show.) The flow was seamless, and the video clips dispersed throughout meshed beautifully with the colorful and visually inventive lighting.


4. Nick Jonas singing an Andy song

Although this concert was billed as a tribute to the Bee Gees, when Nick Jonas walked onto the stage and the band began playing the intro to the oh, so familiar “I Just Want to Be Your Everything” there was a shift in the mood of the audience. Although everyone was swaying and singing, it was bittersweet and there was a palpable sadness throughout the crowd. The large photos of Andy that beamed down at the fans were of a young man who never grew old and never lost his zest for life or his gentle, kind spirit.

If the audience was feeling half of what I was experiencing, (and they seemed to be), the grief of Andy’s loss and the unfairness of it hurt and stabbed the heart all over again.

I thought that Nick honored Andy’s memory with a heartfelt performance. One could see that he was extremely happy to be singing that particular song, and he was fabulous. Andy might have been a Bee Gee one day, and he was, as Barry said, “the little light” of the family.

Witnessing thousands of people sharing in my grief made me feel better, and this helped me to remember the genius of Andy Gibb and just how special he was.


Nick Jonas honoring Andy and the music

5. The power of Celine Dion-“Immortality”

When the concert is broadcast, the audience at home will witness a superstar performing like a superstar. Her voice is a miracle of an instrument, and she is certainly one of a kind, much like Whitney Houston or Andrea Bocelli. These artists are just a cut above the rest.

What the audience won’t feel is the surge of energy that went through the crowd when she walked onto the stage. It was almost as though they held their collective breaths and didn’t let it go until she was finished with the last note.We all knew we were about to witness greatness, and I’m not exaggerating.

I didn’t think she was going to make it through her opening remarks. Still suffering the loss of her husband Rene, it was clear that she seemed frail, thinner than before. Even so, she was regal, and the crowd, clearly moved and teary,  was silent as she sang.

I shook a bit and got goose bumps and people around me closed their eyes and blinked, some openly weeping. This song conjures up all sorts of memories of lost loved ones. We all can relate to the lyrics, and that’s another reason why the Bee Gees are the greatest songwriters who ever lived.


Celine during her performance–she is a queenly talent

6. Barry’s behavior during the concert

It’s still hard to believe how humble Barry Gibb can be these days. As he attentively watched each performance, sometimes singing along, he seemed impressed and honored but was certainly still giving off the feeling that he was amazed at the whole event. Once in awhile, he had that look on his face which read, “Gee, for real? What did I do to deserve this?” and then there was the “I can’t believe Stevie Wonder and John Legend just sang my song” look.

I was gratified because I don’t want to ever experience what I call “the Doris Day Syndrome”. I love and adore Doris Day and think she was incredibly underrated and certainly deserved an Oscar for several of her performances, especially “Midnight Lace”. She was a star for several decades and needs to be given an honorary Oscar, but have they done it? No, and she’s in her 90’s. I expect the Oscar will come after she has passed.

Thank God the Recording Academy has done its job in a timely fashion. Barry deserved every joyous moment of this tribute, and his modest acceptance of the honor was great to watch.


Barry saying thanks

7. Joy and pride of family members

The Gibb family is a large one, and many of them were there to support this tribute.The best part about this was seeing how happy and excited they were as they responded to the performances throughout the night.

Adam Gibb and his wife Elaine were in the audience. Knowing that Maurice would have adored every moment of this night, it was great to see Adam enjoying himself.

Michael and Jenna were having a wonderful time, too, and I was happy to see them.

Linda and Ali seemed to be totally enraptured by the show, and I don’t think Ashley Gibb stopped smiling. He was so proud of his father, and it was obvious that his expressions reflected that love and pride.


Adam and Ali Gibb

8. The End of the Show

I don’t know how much of the ending of the concert will be in the broadcast, but after the stars came on for the finale, the show ended in dramatic fashion with confetti streaming from the rafters.

What may not be seen is the way the stars surrounded Barry as the show ended. It was the young performers who had that “starstruck” attitude and who showed great respect. Nick Jonas and Demi Lovato were the first to hug Barry, and then it seemed that everyone on the stage surrounded him with a collective hug. He was inundated with love, and so many brilliant performers themselves were showing their admiration for him and the songwriting talents of the three brothers.

No one left the stage for awhile. I think they all knew that they were in the presence of someone who truly is a musical legend. It was emotional and fun and exciting to witness this act of musical love for Barry.


The Finale

Of course we all know that being part of the audience at a live event is exhilarating. The taping of a musical special is a different story because of all the stops and starts. There was more time for observation at this event.  There are so many other moments that I could mention, but you get the idea.

Bee Gee fans at a concert behave as ONE. The energy, passion and enthusiasm they have for the brothers is an adrenaline rush. I know the fans will love this concert, and I hope you all enjoy the little inside tidbits I’ve shared here.









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Let’s Celebrate 2/13 and 2/14

Welcome to 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, please email it to me at Stories will be posted often and many are included in my book, which is in editing stages now. At times, I will write articles about Gibb events I hope the fans will enjoy.

February 1, 2017

Below is the information about fan gatherings in Lost Angeles February 13 and 14 for anyone who would like to join me. I hope to see you there.




Above photos are from Lucky Strike LA Live

For Monday, February 13, here is the information for anyone who would like to talk Bee Gees and have some fun.

LUCKY STRIKE LA LIVE-800 W. OLYMPIC BLVD. –two minutes from Microsoft Theater in downtown LA.

Lucky Strike venue is large and not only a restaurant but a bowling center. It’s not your normal bowling center, as you can see if you visit their website. The Happy Hour is from 3-6 daily, so I thought 6 p.m. for dinner or appetizers would be good and for those wanting drinks, come a bit earlier, and I will see you in the bar area. I’ll be there at 5.

Anyone who wants to stay and bowl can add that to their list of things to enjoy. I’ve been to this place before, and it’s big enough for a crowd and the staff is nice. The dress is very casual and prices are moderate and not over the top, but bowling is expensive.

FEBRUARY 14-ROCK ‘N FISH-800 W. OLYMPIC BLVD. A 160 LA LIVE –two minutes from Microsoft Theater.

For the day of concert on February 14, the issue is that it’s Valentine’s Day, so I’d like to get a count of people to make a reservation with the manager. I’m shooting for 5:00 for drinks and 5:30 or so for appetizers/dinner. Dress is casual and prices moderate. There is also a large outdoor seating area. Below are photos of this restaurant.



If you’d like to join other fans with me, please send me an email at or send a message on Facebook messenger. I am hopeful to have a count soon so I can give it to the restaurant managers.

Thank you for all the kind words from those fans who have asked me about getting together once again. I met so many wonderful fans on the Mythology Tour, and I’m excited to see you at this historic event.  Believe me, I know what a financial sacrifice this is for many who are making this trip, but we only live once and we’ll be witnessing a great moment in musical history. Let’s make some great memories.

Many blessings to all; and for those who can’t attend, hopefully there will be wonderful photos, and I’ll certainly write articles about the concert for fans around the world.



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January 28, 2017

There are days when we get blindsided, and we didn’t have a clue what was coming, like the day one gets rear-ended at a stop sign by the guy in the Corvette who is texting on his phone. Then there are those scary moments, when the doctor says that the x-ray shows there is indeed a case of pneumonia surging through those precious lungs of yours.

Most of us can recount a number of these times when we wish we were unconscious or on a remote island resort away from the chaos of life. I choose to view these times as challenges that have made me stronger (or maybe more thankful to still be of sound body and mind). However, the excitingly fun times where we have been blindsided can be recounted in moment-to-moment detail, down to the last descriptive word of our feelings. The surprise engagement party, the scholarship that wasn’t expected, the birth of twins when mama and daddy expected one baby and a thousand other stories remain in our memory banks and are repeated time and time again with as much fervor as the first time they were told.


Now Bee Gee fans have been blindsided by such good news that the excitement has spread throughout the world, where fans from Sydney to Amsterdam are shouting a collective “Hurrah” and more than an occasional “It’s about time”.  On February 14, some of the world’s greatest musical talents will congregate in Los Angeles to perform a “tribute” concert to our Bee Gee brothers. What exactly is a “tribute”? If I think of the synonyms, such as accolade, testimonial, and praise, then it’s the perfect concert for all.SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURES

Certainly one of the best components of this Grammy honor is that the concert will be broadcast at a later date. I’m thrilled about this because so many music lovers don’t realize the scope of the Bee Gee collection of music, and I hope this will showcase their versatility.

Seeing that Celine Dion will perform gives us hope of hearing “Immortality”. Knowing that Keith Urban is scheduled to be a part of this concert makes my heart leap with the thought that he might sing one of my favorites, “Lost In Your Love” and to know that John Legend is singing opens up a whole spectrum of possibilities.

I am wondering how Barry feels right now because this certainly will be a special date to remember. As I watched him react to the fans during the Mythology Tour, he was overwhelmed by the love with hundreds of little moments of joy, as my photos included here show. There are so many great times to remember. If I had to list some of the best, I’d mention the following (in no particular order):

September 1, 1970-The day Barry married his wife Linda (stunningly beautiful and bawdy to boot. I say this with great respect).

October 17, 1975-The day Maurice married his wife Yvonne (a devoted wife, mother and grandmother and all-around cool woman).

July 31, 1985-The day Robin married his wife Dwina (who is an amazingly talented woman herself)

Any and all of the birth dates of the children born to Barry, Robin and Maurice, from the most mature (and I use this word as a numerical reference) Spencer and Steve, to the youngest Snow Robin. Agreeing that the birth of a child blindsides us all in a number of unexpected ways, I continue with:

1967-The year the Bee Gees began their journey to superstardom with Robert Stigwood

1975-The year “Main Course’ was released, which I believe remains their greatest work

Dec 16,1977-The day “Saturday Night Fever” begins its journey to becoming one of the phenomenons of music history.

June 28, 1979 through October 6, 1979-The “Spirits Having Flown” tour, a tour that will live in musical history. (Let’s all admit that we loved the white pants, too).

1997-the One Night Only concert in Las Vegas-The concert was spectacular and fans can enjoy it over and over again, thank God!

May 27, 2004-Bee Gees receive the Commander of the Order of British Empire Award at Buckingham Palace in London

February 12, 2015-Bee Gees presented with Lifetime Achievement honors at the Grammy Awards

These are but a blip on the radar of hundreds of special dates that encompass the career of the Gibb boys.


Perhaps one of the nicest elements to this upcoming tribute is the fact that it will be performed on February 14, which is St. Valentine’s Day. If one thinks back to the history of this “LOVE” day and believes the legend, Valentine was a priest who defied Emperor Claudius II,who felt that his soldiers were stronger in battle if they were not married and banned them from marrying. Valentine continued to perform secret weddings for those soldiers and their lovers, whose commitment to one another was truly inspiring and passionate. Valentine was known to be a most sympathetic, romantic and heroic figure.

How fitting, since that’s just what the Bee Gees represent to their fans. Bee Gee fans feel the joy of this honor just as if they were receiving it themselves. On this wonderful day, February 14, 2017, while we play and sing Bee Gee music, let’s think roses and beautiful birds and hearts full of joy, which are symbols representing St. Valentine. I somehow think this heartwarming and courageous saint had something to do with all of this, and I hope I’m right.



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Gratitude for the fans!


Welcome to! Please join me on twitter @morobinbarry. This site is for Bee Gee fans everywhere 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 in included at times). If you’d like to share a story, please email it to me at Stories will be posted often, some from my archives and some from the new ones that come in. At tines I will post articles about Gibb events, which I hope the fans will enjoy.

December 31, 2016

This post isn’t about what happened in 2016 to Barry or his band. It’s not a retrospect of events. Bee Gee fans know exactly what went on from January through December. They know and pray for the Gibbs at the loss of Barbara Gibb and also Alan Thicke, a close family friend and supporter of the DRIF for years.


Instead of discussing the sadness and losses, I’d like to focus on the uplifting part of writing about the Bee Gees and especially Barry and his family. It’s been a surprising and exhilarating four years since I went public with my writing, but it’s been a lifetime of being a fan and nearly 17 years of collecting stories that have now come full circle. I promised myself that I would finish my book by the end of the year. As I write this, I am completing the draft and will start to edit the story next week. I am proud of that accomplishment, but I am more proud of the relationships and interactions with the fans for these past years that have enriched my life.


Whether it’s the wonderful people at the Diabetes Research Institute Foundation or the fans I met on the road, I was continually surprised to be so deeply affected by their dedication and love for what matters most to them.



Barry Gibb is revered, and his family is admired, and I think he’d be the first to say that there are no other fans as dedicated and full of love as Bee Gee fans.


As I traveled to concerts and attended DRI events, I was more and more inspired by the outpouring of pure joy that fans expressed for the Gibb brothers. I loved seeing the memorabilia and hearing the stories, and I’m excited to share them with fans worldwide. Whether it was a banner, a handmade scarf, a tote bag, a book or a t-shirt, the message of love was the same.


No matter what happens in the future, the legacy is carved in stone, is set in the archives, is shown in the awards received. Barry can sit on his songwriter extraordinaire throne and look out over the waters in Miami Beach and know that he’s accomplished great things in his lifetime. However, music is a driving force in his life, and he graces us with his talents because he chooses to keep writing and performing, and for this fans are grateful.

It’s the fans who help him keep going; it’s the fans who show their love daily, and I’d like to thank them once again for their passion.


I am amazed at how far they traveled to see Barry, how totally invested they are in their support of whatever he chooses to do, and especially at the fun-loving attitude they express that is so contagious to all around them.



I have hundreds of photos that bring back wonderful memories, and I’ve posted just a few here. Each one gives me joy, and I wonder at how overwhelmed Barry must feel when he meets fans from different cultures, backgrounds and ages (yes, I get letters from teens who love him) and how gratifying that feeling is for him.



It is an honor to write about Barry and everyone who supports him, and I know that the band members, (who are amazingly kind, funny and talented) truly understand that the fans who follow Barry and his brothers are unique and crazily dedicated to the man and the music.





I wish many blessings to all the fans as 2017 begins. Each one is special; each one has a story; each one carries a zeal, an energy and sometimes an obsession that no one but another Bee Gee fan can understand.


Perhaps the only one to truly understand this camaraderie and fellowship is Barry himself, and for this, I am sure he is truly grateful.

Happy New Year to all!




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A Maurice Christmas Story


Welcome to! 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 about 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 Stories will be posted often, some from my collected tales and some new ones as they come in. At times, I will write articles about Gibb events, which I hope fans will enjoy.

So sorry I’ve been away for awhile. I’m trying to complete my book by the end of the year, and I’m in the last year of writing in chronology of the fictional story. I’m excited about getting it finished, and I hope to have it edited over the next few months.

This week I wanted to repost a story that is touching and beautiful, and I’d like to hear from this contributor again. If you read this, John David, please get in touch and let me know how you are doing.

This is one of the very first face-to-face stories I was told (several years ago) and it’s been in my files waiting for me to share it and put it into the book. I feel that it’s my best Maurice story, and I’ve had scores of people share their thoughts about Mo with me since the year 2000. Hope you love it as much as I do.

John David


My Bee Gee story starts with a funeral. My wife of 10 years, Alex, died from ovarian cancer in 1995, and I was left to raise my son Lucas alone. I was home on disability at the time after a fall at work left me with a back injury that caused serious pain most of my waking hours. The doctors prescribed strong pain killers, and it wasn’t long before I was popping pills two at at time. Alex was the Bee Gee fan in the house, and my son, who was 8 at the time, knew the lyrics to every song from “Run to Me” to “Alone” because his mom had been singing Bee Gees to him since birth. She was mad about Maurice Gibb from her childhood days. She said that  Barry seemed untouchable (out of her realm), Robin was the introspective one, and Maurice was her potential best friend. When I started dating her in high school, I knew that there would be three of us in the relationship. When we got married, Alex wanted to have a child right away, and we had our son Lucas after 18 months of marriage. Now Lucas was introduced to Mo. We had pictures of him, articles about him, discussions about his alcoholism and recovery. He was the 4th member of our family. Our friends used to joke to me that I should be worried she would leave me one day and move to Miami or else she would follow him around the world whenever the Bee Gees decided to do their next tour. I had decided that whenever they did decide to tour, I would get tickets to a show so Alex could be in the same space with Maurice at least for one night. She always said that his smile could “light up a city”, and when he was on stage, he “glowed” from the sheer fun of being there.

She was happy that he had such a great wife in Yvonne. That was typical of Alex. Instead of being jealous about her “dream man”, she wanted him to be happy. She knew that Yvonne was his rock just as she was mine. She had gotten Maurice through his fire, and Alex was going to help me through mine. I had a problem, and she was determined to help me, but then she suddenly got sick with a particularly aggressive form of cancer. The disease was in an advanced stage, and she died in two months. She was gone before I had the chance to understand how to cope in the first place with a wife who had a terminal illness. The funeral and subsequent weeks were a blur. I was in too much pain to care about anything or anyone. I am not proud of what happened next, but it was my reality. I think the grief over losing my wife, coupled with my back pain and pill addiction, sent me over the edge. I will cut to the chase. I stopped paying bills, lost everything when I started buying pills on the street to supplement my need for more. I was self-destructing and taking my son with me. The house went into foreclosure, the car got repossessed, and Lucas and I wound up in a shelter run by our local church. My family was across the country in Seattle, and I couldn’t ask them for help. My friends were unsure about what was happening because I lied to them, and I finally hit rock bottom. I soon learned that this is all all too real scenario for many people. There is nothing worse than being in a shelter with your kid during the holidays. It was Christmas Eve day, and I had single -handedly put my son in the worst possible place, or so I thought. Then the Maurice miracle occurred. Give me a stack of Bibles, and I will swear on them that this is so. Around 11 a.m. that morning, a group of people started coming into the “rec” room of the shelter. Someone set up a coffee pot and started it perking. Someone else brought in cookies and set them on the table, and unfolded the wooden chairs that were leaning against the concrete wall, placing them in a semi-circle near the coffee table. I didn’t know if I should leave or stay. One of the men walked over and assured me that I didn’t have to leave. It didn’t take long for me to realize that the group was there for an AA meeting. I sat in the back of the room, trying to be unobtrusive, but I was listening to everything that went on. Lucas went into the next room and had fallen asleep while reading a comic book. As the meeting was winding down, one of the members of the group stood up and offered some quotes. The quotes were from Maurice Gibb. I remember the word “unworthiness” and then some of his thoughts that my wife had repeated to me before. She would quote him time and time again. They all started coming back to me. It was as if Alex had arranged the whole experience. Hearing Maurice’s name being spoken by these people in such a setting was moving and humbling. I was surprised to hear someone other than my wife talking about HER Bee Gee. It was a turning point for me. It has been three years since that day, and my son and I are doing much better. I am back at work; we are in a small condo. My rehabbing took some time, but I did it one day at a time, and I am getting healthy. We miss Alex and will always love her, but we are getting stronger every day. My son and I listen for new Bee Gee music just as we play all of our old albums, and I want you to know something. My wife’s photo is on the sideboard table in the den. Next to it is her favorite photo of Maurice Gibb. He is still part of our family.


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Bee Gees and Emotional Me


Welcome to! 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 Stories will be posted often and some will be saved for my book, which is being completed (soon, I hope!) At times I will write articles that relate to Gibb events, which I hope the fans will enjoy.

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.






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