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The last Bee Gee looks back at his wide-ranging catalog of hits, and ahead to an album of duets that spotlights his first love, country music.

Barry Gibb is revisiting his past via an album of duets and a documentary tracing the Bee Gees’ history.

Barry Gibb is revisiting his past via an album of duets and a documentary tracing the Bee Gees’ history.Credit...Rose Marie Cromwell for The New York Times



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Earth’s last surviving Bee Gee was calling from his home studio in South Florida, just steps from the waters of Biscayne Bay.

“I used to have a great boat,” Barry Gibb said. “A speedboat.” He called it Spirits Having Flown, after a 1979 Bee Gees album that has sold more than 25 million copies worldwide. “I would tear around the bay and get ideas.”

Sometimes he didn’t even need the boat. One day the Bee Gees’ manager Robert Stigwood called. He was producing the film version of the musical “Grease”and needed a new title song. Barry had not seen the film; this was a creative challenge.

“How in heaven’s name,” he asked himself, “do you write a song called ‘Grease’? I remember walking around on the dock, and it suddenly occurred to me that it’s a word, and you’ve just got to write about the word.”

Grease is the word, he wrote, is the word that you heard. It’s got a groove, it’s got a meaning.

He’d solved his problem and he’d seen the light; the word was “grease,” and the word was good. “Grease,” recorded by Frankie Valli, was released in May 1978 and reached No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart by the end of August.

It was Gibb’s seventh writing credit on a No. 1 hit that year, after “How Deep Is Your Love,” “Stayin’ Alive,” “Night Fever” and “If I Can’t Have You,” all from the “Saturday Night Fever”soundtrack; and “Shadow Dancing” and “(Love Is) Thicker Than Water,” solo singles Barry helped write for his brother Andy Gibb. On the Hot 100 for the week of March 3, 1978, songs by the Brothers Gibb made up three of the week’s Top 5.

From left: Maurice, Robin and Barry Gibb onstage in 1979.
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It was like this for a long while — No. 1 hits, one after another after another — and then it wasn’t.

In the early 1970s, the Bee Gees came to Miami to try making records in America. This worked out rather well for them, and Barry has lived there ever since.

“It’s just a big old house. I would never classify it as a mansion,” said Gibb, who in the time he’s lived here has counted Matt Damon, Dwyane Wade and Pablo Escobar among his neighbors.

He is 74, and his legendary lion’s-mane hair was gray and wispy under an Australian-style leather bush hat. His words slipped past his still-magnificent teeth in a rich, almost Conneryesque brogue that his origins (born on the Isle of Man, raised in Manchester, England, and then Australia) don’t fully explain.

Gibb’s latest album, “Greenfields: The Gibb Brothers Songbook, Vol. 1,” recorded in Nashville with the producer Dave Cobb, goes on sale in January; it’s preceded this month by the director Frank Marshall’s HBO documentary “The Bee Gees: How Can You Mend a Broken Heart.” Early in the film, we see Gibb and his brothers Maurice and Robin the way most people remember them — in open-necked shirts of shimmering silver, medallions blinging brightly against their mammalian chests.

Then a spotlight homes in on him, cropping out the rest of the band. This is foreshadowing by literal shadow. Since 1979, Gibb has lost three brothers. Andy — the youngest, who soared as a solo artist under Barry’s tutelage but struggled with drug addiction — died first, in 1988, at 30, of myocarditis. Maurice passed away in 2003, of complications caused by a twisted intestine; Robin died in 2012, of complications of cancer and intestinal surgery.

This leaves Barry Gibb as the living steward of a catalog of songs that have become contemporary standards, performed and recorded by Janis Joplin (who sang “To Love Somebody” at Woodstock) and Destiny’s Child (who covered “Emotion” on its third album), as well as the Reverend Al Green, the irreverent Texas punkers the Dicks, Bruce Springsteen and Miss Piggy. A world in which no one sings Bee Gees songs anymore is hard to imagine for karaoke-related reasons alone, but Gibb has seen enough to understand that nothing is forever.

“The mission,” he said, “is to keep the music alive. Regardless of us, regardless of me. One day, like my brothers, I will no longer be around, and I want the music to last. So I’m going to play it no matter what.”

Gibb has only a passing acquaintance with modern pop music, which he understands to be a world ruled by children who go by nicknames and numbers. He hopes that someone is giving them good advice.

“He doesn’t listen to a lot of new music,” said his son Stephen Gibb. “He listens to the music of his youth.”

Barry Gibb’s earliest memories of music are of harmony — the Everly Brothers and the Ohioan jazz vocal quartet the Mills Brothers, playing from a single speaker in his parents’ house. He can draw a direct line from that to everything else; it’s why he and Robin and Maurice started singing together.

But after that, what got into Gibb’s head was country music, particularly once the Gibbs moved from England to Australia in 1958, just before Barry’s 12th birthday. “Bluegrass music,” Gibb said. “I fell in love with that. I became obsessed with that when I was a kid, because you didn’t hear much else but bluegrass music in 1958 in Australia.”

“We got sucked into that,” Gibb said of the term “disco.
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While exiled from the charts in the ’80s, Gibb and his brothers wrote country hits for Conway Twitty, Olivia Newton-John and — most famously — “Islands in the Stream,” a worldwide smash for Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton. “Kenny always says, ‘I still don’t understand that song. I’m not sure what it’s about,’” Gibb said. “I say, ‘Kenny, I understand that song — it’s a No. 1 record.’”

Gibb says there’s always been country in the Bee Gees’ sound, whether or not his brothers particularly wanted it there. But the idea of doing a full-length country album had been a bucket-list item for decades, until last year, when the Bee Gees signed a new deal with Capitol Records. There were discussions about Gibb revisiting the catalog in some way; Gibb realized his country moment had arrived.

“I had been turning my dad on to Jason Isbell and Chris Stapleton and Brandi Carlile and Sturgill Simpson,” Stephen Gibb said. “He’s like, ‘Jesus, these records are great. These are brilliant.’ The common thread on a lot of those records turned out to be Dave Cobb.”

Cobb, 46, has won Grammys for his work with Carlile, Stapleton and Isbell; he also turned out to be a massive Bee Gees fan. By October 2019, Gibb was at RCA’s Studio A in Nashville, recording new versions of Bee Gees classics and obscurities with a range of country-associated duet partners: modern hitmakers like Keith Urban, traditionalists like Alison Krauss, Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, icons like Dolly Parton.

Parton and Gibb cut their rendition of the Bee Gees’ plaintive 1968 single “Words” on the first day of recording; Cobb described it as “probably the most intimidating session I’ve ever had in my life.” He remembered walking out to the microphone to play guitar, “and my legs started trembling a little bit.”

Isbell was equally intimidated about singing with Gibb on “Words of a Fool,” a deep cut Gibb wrote for the soundtrack of the long-forgotten 1988 film “Hawks.”

“At one point I was trying to sing a harmony part over Barry,” Isbell said, “and Dave said something, and I said, ‘Dave, one of us is not Barry Gibb, man — you have to back off a little bit and give me a few more tries at this.’”

Gibb’s voice on “Words of a Fool” is strong but also spectral, its shuddering vibrato bringing to mind the jazz singer Jimmy Scott. Nearly six decades after he first sang on a record, it remains one of the most otherworldly instruments in popular music.

“I asked him how the hell he still sounds like that,” Isbell said. “I’m always afraid to ask people that question, because I don’t want to offend them by acknowledging their age, but I said, ‘Barry, how can you still sing so beautifully and powerfully?’ And he said, ‘I never really liked cocaine. You had to do it every 15 minutes for it to work. So it just didn’t appeal to me.’ That’s the perfect answer to that question.”

It’s not surprising that Gibb found his way to country music. Listen to “To Love Somebody,” on which he builds from a gruff, tight delivery before releasing exquisite high notes, as if a dam is finally breaking inside him. It’s a voice made for country singing, because it’s a voice made for sad songs.

Gibb has written a lot of those. In 1964 alone, his copyrights as a songwriter included songs called “Scared of Losing You,” “Claustrophobia,” “I Just Don’t Like to be Alone,” “House Without Windows,” “Now Comes the Pain,” “Since I Lost You,” and “This Is the End.”

He can’t account for where this predisposition for melancholy subject matter came from, any more than he can explain what a 16-year-old and his even-younger brothers were doing singing a song called “I Was a Lover, a Leader of Men.”

Gibb’s earliest memories of music are of harmony, which inspired him and his brothers to start singing together.
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In Australia, despite being underage, they played in bars, Gibb said, that were “‘Crocodile Dundee’all the way.” He said the Australian audiences were amazing, “but it’s a drinking audience. We witnessed a lot of fights, while we were singing. I saw two guys punch each other out without standing up.”

The minute they had a hit, with a song called “Spicks and Specks” — “Robin used to say that was our first No. 1, but it was really only No. 1 in Perth” — they set sail back to England, signed with Stigwood, then an associate of the Beatles impresario Brian Epstein, and encountered ’60s London in full swing.

“We’d suddenly tumbled into flower power,” Gibb said. “The whole idea was to find out what character you’d dress yourself up as.” He described a vivid memory of getting in an elevator with Eric Clapton. “He’s dressed as a cowboy and I’m dressed as a priest.”

Barry was 20 then; his brothers were not yet 18. “We were still kids,” he said, “and we were still very naïve. I don’t think the naïveté went away for a long time.”

They did soon discover booze, pot and pills, Gibb said. But early British albums like “Bee Gees’ 1st” from 1967 with its trippy Klaus Voormann cover, oddball orchestration, and titles like “Every Christian Lion Hearted Man Will Show You” — made them seem like more active participants in the ’60s lifestyle than they were. Barry and Robin Gibb were once given a mescaline tablet; they decided to flush it down the toilet.

As steeped as they are in the vibes of the moment, the late-60s Bee Gees albums are also shot through with a twee, quavering sadness that feels unique to the Gibbs. They sound like the work of infirm boy-princes who’ve mastered the pop landscape by staring down longingly at it from the window of a tall tower. Drugs alone could not yield music this unaccountably odd.

“You have no idea how humans got in a room and made those records,” said Cobb, who found his way to the band’s ’60s material via an obsession with the Beatles and the Zombies’ “Odessey and Oracle.” “They just are. They feel like they’re coming from an alternate universe.”

“I’m a country singer,” Gibb said. “I’ll always be a country singer. I’ve managed to shed all of these other things. I don’t even have a white suit anymore.”
Credit...Rose Marie Cromwell for The New York Times

But even their alternate-universe albums were aimed at the charts. They never had a Brian Wilson lost-in-the-sandbox experimental phase. They were true immigrant hustlers, adaptable and industrious. They worked for Stigwood, who both managed them and owned their recordings, a conflict of interest that went unexamined for decades.

By 1969 all three Bee Gees were married and living separate lives. “I think we stopped really knowing each other after we arrived in England,” Gibb said. They began to argue the way only a band of brothers with two frontmen — Barry and Robin — could. Robin Gibb left the band in 1969, returning after 18 months at Stigwood’s urging. Many issues, Gibb said, remained unresolved. Instead of talking they wrote “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” together, singing to each other the things they couldn’t say.

Their early ’70s work represented a low creative ebb; after they relocated to Miami at the suggestion of their friend Eric Clapton, they began making some of the biggest records of all time.

Songs like the sublime “Jive Talkin’” had a heavier beat than anything they’d done before. Gibb thought of their new direction as a move toward R&B. But their contribution to “Saturday Night Fever,” a 1977 blockbuster produced by Stigwood, would redefine them differently. The minute John Travolta strutted down a Bay Ridge boulevard to the supple bass line of “Stayin’ Alive” — a showcase for the anguished falsetto Barry Gibb had lately discovered — they became a disco act.

“We got sucked into that,” Gibb said. “We were just making records we loved. In fact, we didn’t even call them ‘disco.’ I never thought a Stylistics record was disco, and I never thought ‘Shining Star’ by the Manhattans was a disco record, and ‘Too Much Heaven’ was not a disco record. ‘How Deep Is Your Love’ is not a disco record. But you get classified.”

The film’ssoundtrack album became their biggest hit; it’s been certified platinum 16 times and remains the second-biggest soundtrack album of all time, after Whitney Houston’s “The Bodyguard.”

In 1979, as the Bee Gees toured the world in a customized Boeing 720 passenger jet with their logo painted on the tail, a reactionary anti-disco movement was coalescing among white rock ’n’ roll fans. Between games at a White Sox doubleheader that summer, a Chicago disc jockey named Steve Dahl blew up a crate full of disco records on the field at Comiskey Park.

In Marshall’s film, the Chicago house-music producer Vince Lawrence — who was working as a Comiskey Park usher that night — recalls seeing people showing up that day carrying records by Black artists who had nothing to do with disco, and describes the event as a “racist, homophobic book-burning.”

Disco, as a cultural phenomenon, was Black, brown and gay; the fact that the Bee Gees were none of these things didn’t stop them from being caught in the crossfire. They were the genre’s pop avatars, and the “Disco Sucks” movement would turn them into instant pariahs. Marshall’s film cuts back and forth between the countdown to the explosion and shots of the band onstage, smiling in silver, looking utterly unaware of the destiny bearing down on them like a train.

“The dynamic of their situation changed overnight,” Marshall said. “Everything that they had ever dreamed of was happening. They were at the pinnacle. And suddenly it became a nightmare, and they had to have escorts and there were bomb threats. And they’d go ‘Wait, we’re just a band’ — but it was much bigger than them. It was history, and they were caught in the middle. Their biggest moment became their biggest nightmare. I really loved that irony.”

Gibb said he never let the Comiskey event bother him: “I knew that whatever it is you do has to come to an end, no matter what it is.”

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Gibb onstage in 2014. He is the last surviving Bee Gee.
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But of course the end is never the end, when you’re a Bee Gee. After the bell tolled for disco, Gibb and his brothers were a punchline and a punching bag for a long while. Gibb admits he was “a little upset” the first time he saw the “Barry Gibb Talk Show” sketch on “Saturday Night Live,” in which Jimmy Fallon played Gibb as a rageful, dyspeptic peacock while Justin Timberlake, as Robin Gibb, struggled to keep a straight face — but mostly because, in real life, “Robin was the one who was always angry.” (He popped up on a 2013 Christmas episode of “S.N.L.,” to sing with Fallon and Timberlake. No hard feelings.)

Gibb doesn’t expect to conquer the pop charts again; making more records like this duets one would be enough. “I’m a country singer,” he said. “I’ll always be a country singer. I’ve managed to shed all of these other things. I don’t even have a white suit anymore.”

But he’s lived long enough to see the conversation change around his music. There are dozens of videos online in which YouTubers — mostly Black, mostly too young to even remember Wyclef Jean sampling “Stayin’ Alive” in the late ’90s — react to the Bee Gees’ video for the “Spirits Having Flown”ballad “Too Much Heaven.”

The video is a quintessential document of its era, like a loose quaalude fished from the couch cushions of time. The Bee Gees are singing in a fern-filled recording studio, backed by a string section. They’re wearing open-necked silk shirts. Barry’s jeans are a lewd joke about avocados. So at first, the YouTubers are skeptical. Then, pretty much without exception, they’re struck speechless when the vocals come in and Gibb and his brothers begin building a cathedral with nothing but the breath in their lungs.

Barry Gibb has not seen these videos. But he’s watched a few clips of young people covering Bee Gees songs like “How Deep Is Your Love” online, and some of them aren’t half bad. “This one boy couldn’t have been more than 11 or 12 years old. Whoever he is, he will be one of the greats if he keeps his head. That’s always the question. Right? Always the question.”

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A version of this article appears in print on Dec. 6, 2020, Section AR, Page 12 of the New York edition

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The SPL Rocks!

 

Pulled up to my house today
Came and took my little girl away!
Giants Stadium 8/28/03



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I loved the Bee Gees.  We all know how excited we get when we see violins and horns on stage pre-show.  Then when Bruce and the Band appear with the violins and horns backing them, well.... it's great.

The Bee Gees used to come to the Capitol Theater in Passaic and play with a complete philharmonic orchestra.  I never missed them.

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The SPL Rocks!

 

Pulled up to my house today
Came and took my little girl away!
Giants Stadium 8/28/03



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