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 …