Barry Gibb is the greatest songwriter to ever live on earth.
Sure I could add, “in my opinion,” or “since Cole Porter,” or “next to Paul McCartney and Burt Bacharach,” but I don’t want to, and this is my blog.
So, as a huge melody/harmony/Bee Gees freak, I pumped thick cash into our Hollywood Bowl tickets to see The Mythology Tour. My darling and amenable husband and I parked down by Fountain and walked up to The Bowl (Come on. I wasn’t going to also pay for parking.)
Anyway, it was a big adventure and we love to walk.
I had been following the tour on Facebook and YouTube and watching the posted videos. I began to solidify a scheme. If I could get my equipment past security, I may actually find myself close enough to (unbeknownst to Barry Gibb) sing a duet with him.
That was the plan. But which song? What about the mix? Would I be able to hear my own voice? Would I disturb those around me? How dare I? Those were some of the big questions. The other fairly obvious one being, “Why don’t I just shut the F up and listen to Barry Gibb?”
Well, my Canon G15, Gorilla Pod and top mounted shotgun mic raised not an eyebrow as my purse was inspected and we passed through the gates of the bowl.
My strategy was now launched into full effect. But as daylight slipped behind the hills of The Bowl, I met with obstacles.
We were about ten rows from the stage. Barry Gibb was well lit and wearing black, so my camera was opening wide to drink in light, thereby turning Barry Gibb’s face into a glowy cloud.
This did not deter me from singing.
I won’t apologize. Mission accomplished. And please know that as my voice rose into the night air to meet with Barry Gibb’s, I was tapped on the shoulder by an usher and asked to pull down my camera.
Yes, I faced humiliation. No, I didn’t always just enjoy the moment. But I was (in my mind) a Barry Gibb backup singer. 920 Feet From Stardom!
And, I was able to fire off a load of great photos:
This concert was extraordinarily magical. Barry Gibb owned the night while gracefully and achingly giving honor to his brothers. The loneliness of the last Bee Gee was quieted by the sound of Barry’s son, Stephen and Maurice’s daughter, Samantha, plus a sensational band and backup singers, Beth Cohen, Leesa Richards and Charlotte Mckinnon.
OK, so maybe I filmed just a wee bit too much. (Sorry, people behind me.) Barry Gibb at The Hollywood Bowl YouTube Playlist
But, in my defense, it’s Barry Gibb.
And, in closing, if you, like me, are a big Bee Gees Nut, please enjoy these interviews I did with Maurice and Barry Gibb in 1988.
and with Robin, Maurice and Barry Gibb in 1993.
Thank You, Bee Gees.