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How Deep is Your Love…

I’m so bummed. I had seen the news the other day that Maurice Gibb of the Bee Gees was in critical condition, but I had hoped that he would pull through. I just discovered at Michele’s site that he didn’t.

The Bee Gees have always been a part of my life. Their first hits were before I was born. One of the first cassette tapes that I remember was one that my Dad ordered from Columbia House – the Bee Gees looking at you from inside of a can. I’ll have to look up the title tonight.

When I moved to Kankankee, Illinois, my best friend Amy & I were completely in love with the Bee Gees. We played house and pretended that we were married to them. She was married to Barry, I was married to Robin, and another girl in the neighborhood, Renee, was married to Maurice. No one could be married to Andy because we all fought over him. We listened to all of their albums and my Dad took us to see Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band when it came out.

One of the first “teen” magazines I bought had the Bee Gees in it. I took their pictures out and hung them in my closet. I think I even had a whole “Tiger Beat” type magazine that was devoted to the Bee Gees. I knew everything about them. I knew their birthdays, I knew all the stats. I was a huge Bee Gees fan.

My parents had friends that lived down the street from us when I was about 8 or 9 and we went to their house a lot on Saturday nights. While the grown-ups were watching TV (the early days of Saturday Night Live), I got to sit in the living room in this really comfy chair and listen to the stereo with giant squishy headphones. If I wasn’t listening to the Beatles, I was listening to the Bee Gees. I absolutely loved the Saturday Night Fever album.

Just a few months ago I bought the 2-disc collection of their Greatest Hits. I was listening to it today on my way from downtown to the temp assignment. My love for the Bee Gees hasn’t faded over all of the years – they were one of the first groups I ever liked (along with the Beatles and the Monkeys) and I love them still. It is sad to think that Maurice Gibb is gone. It is sad to think that there will never be another song, and I will miss them.

How deep is your love … is your love … how deep is your love … I really need to know … ’cause we’re living in a world of fools, breaking us down, when they all should let us be … we belong to you and me …

By Christine

Christine is an Avenger of Sexiness. Her Superpower is helping Hot Mamas grow their Confidence by rediscovering their Beauty. She lives in the Heights in Houston, Texas, works as a boudoir photographer, and writes about running a Business of Awesome. In her spare time, she loves to knit, especially when she travels. She & her husband Mike have a food blog at Spoon & Knife.

8 replies on “How Deep is Your Love…”

My very first crush was on Andy Gibb, and I loved the Bees Gees, too. I fell in love with all the brothers Gibb after seeing the Sargent Pepper movie a dozen times when I was little.

i can’t tell you how many times i listened to those albums (yes, they were albums back THEN)- over and over again. my room was covered in bee gee posters, and andy ruled my world, too. i was always a little bummed that they had better hair than i did…but, i loved them, just the same.


i grew up listening to the BeeGees, too… when i was little… because that’s what my parents allowed me to listen to… and even though i wasn’t a huge fan like you, i did like their music… i was always so impressed that they could sing that high. very impressed. i’m sure their greatest hits CD compilation is awesome!

The first concert I ever went to was the Bee Gee’s and it sparked an obsession for me. I bought the fan-zine devoted to them. I hung posters of them on my wall, practiced drawing their logo, learned all about their beginnings. Sigh. Later, when I grew up a little, I was made to feel shame over my attraction to the Brothers Gibb, so I quit listening to their records (yes, they were records in my time too), took down my posters, and tucked the magazines and drawings into a box in the closet. Still in my secret heart I loved the harmonies of their music, and I am sad that there will be no more forever. RIP Maurice Gibb.

…And you may not think that I care for you
When you know down inside that I really do
And it’s me you need to show
How deep is your love…

I can remember when my friend Josie had a birthday/slumber party and she recieved the album to Saturday Night Fever, I didn’t understand all the fuss (I wasn’t allowed to see the movie) – then we danced to the album till 4am in the morning, I was hooked! They were a great group.

I had just heard about it, very sad. “How Deep is Your Love” wasn’t one of my faves in particular, but they had so many others that sometimes I’d say, hey, I didn’t know they sang that, when I’d hear a song I didn’t know was theirs. Yep, very sad.

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