As I write, I am listening to Barry Gibb and Friends and an innovative rendition of many of the Bee Gees hits. I had forgotten. I loved the Bee Gees in their two major incarnations, or well, the ones I was aware of, the mid-1960s and then after nearly a decade the mid-1970s. They were entirely different in those two incarnations. Actually, make that three incarnations. The one in the seventies kind of had two parts. For me, they were enjoyable, in a crescendo kind of way.
I was a new teenager in the late 1960s, and I loved trying to belt out "I Gotta Get a Message to You" or the mournful "I Started a Joke". They had been around earlier, but they had been in England and Australia and I guess the Beatles kind of overshadowed them-at least in the earlier days. But they became part of my young life's tapestry. But though they continued to write music, for a while, I kind of lost track of them until I was in college, actually almost out of college, around 1975. I was was watching the "Midnight Special" on New York's Channel Four--I still lived in New York in those days--and there they were, Barry, Maurice and Robin, singing something called, "Nights on Broadway" from their new album "Main Course". I didn't know these guys. But you know, I was so happy for them, as if there had been some achievement of my own. I was kind of happy in those days, despite some early life loss (the death of my mother). I had found my college radio station. I found that I excelled in that kind of avocation. I wanted it to be a vocation, but I realized pretty quickly that it was too hit or miss for me to take that chance and I was not a risk taker. So my life's achievements were pretty small, but somehow they tracked this large achievement of a group whose music had given me pleasure nearly a decade before. I liked this kind of new sound. It was enthusiastic. Energetic. Fun. When I made my first ever visit to Los Angeles in June 1977, I brought a copy of that album to my young (then 14) cousin. My affection for the Bee Gees was enormous. And then that same year 1977, the third transformation, the explosion of the album Saturday Night Fever which featured many of the Bee Gees compositions. When THAT album was released, which I think was actually the beginning of the year, I brought it to a New Year's Eve party held by my college friend Glenn, announcing it was going to be a big hit. I wish I had had a piece of the financial action. I could then have easily gone into radio and not worried about making a living.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2SDf42guB4
I moved to Los Angeles in the early 1980s and after that I mostly lost trackof the Brothers Gibb. There was that album, which I liked, with Barbara Streisand and Barry, but I wasn't quite as intensely enthralled. By then their young brother Andy was in the mix, but I wasn't a huge fan probably because I was getting older and anyway, I was trying now to make a living as an attorney, and settle fully into my new surroundings, ever so different from those of New York where I had heretofore spent nearly three decades of my life. Andy died of a heart attack at the age of 30 after too much high life.
And the years, my years, their years, passed. Robin and Maurice the younger fraternal twins of the threesome, died. I saw a You Tube clip in which Barry, the one who had been arguably the most handsome because of his mane of hair, aged and now long since having lost the healthy mane, regretting that he had not had a great relationship with either of his late brothers just before they died. His pain was real, and affecting.
Then the other day, as I was riffing through my documentary options during these Covid consuming days, I saw that one had been released on the Bee Gees. My affection for them was renewed. When some of the songs were played on the documentary, tears came to my eyes as the memories of my own life washed over me. And how their music had been a huge part of those memories.
And I found out that Barry, in tribute to his brothers, but also in another re-invention, call it a fourth incarnation, had put out an album, Barry Gibb and Friends, Volume I, with a whole new vision of the old songs in a country vibe. Did it work? For me it did, and apparently it has for a whole lot of others, as it made the Billboard Country Chart.
I just was listening to it as I began to write this entry. And it made me feel young again, as if all that time and all that history, good and bad, had not yet happened.
I cannot wait for Volume II. The Bee Gees live!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqxTqkR_qRM