Decades after the Bee Gees’ timeless melodies dominated the airwaves, Barry Gibb, the last surviving brother, carries a sorrow that music cannot heal. On stage, he is the consummate performer, smiling through tributes and acknowledging the roar of the crowd. But behind the curtain, away from the gold records and spotlights, the 78-year-old superstar is haunted by the ghosts of his past, and one song, in particular, can still bring him to his knees.
Being “the last Bee Gee” has never been a title of honor for Barry; he has described it as a life sentence. The devastating losses came one by one, each stealing a piece of his soul. His youngest brother, Andy, was tragically lost at just 30 years old in 1988. Then, in 2003, the family’s anchor, Maurice, passed away suddenly. The final, crushing blow came in 2012 with the death of Robin, Barry’s twin flame in harmony. With each funeral, the world of the Bee Gees shrank, leaving Barry increasingly alone to carry their monumental legacy.
In a twist of cruel irony, a song they wrote about legacy would become Barry’s most painful reminder of his loss. In 1997, the brothers wrote “Immortality” for superstar Celine Dion, lending their iconic harmonies to the track. At the time, they could never have known that those recorded backing vocals would become a ghostly reunion—the only way Barry could hear his brothers sing together again. Performing the song now is an exercise in heartbreak. As he sings the poignant line, “We don’t say goodbye,” his brothers’ spectral voices echo around him, a chilling and beautiful tribute that leaves audiences in stunned, emotional silence.
But the grief is tied to more than one melody. Robin’s melancholic 1968 ballad, “I Started a Joke,” has taken on a new, gut-wrenching significance. When Barry performs it solo, his voice sometimes cracks, the lyrics transforming into a private, tearful confession of all the things left unsaid between the two brothers.
The deepest and most persistent wound, however, seems to belong to Andy. Though never an official Bee Gee, Andy was Barry’s beloved protégé. Barry wrote and produced his greatest hits, but the pressures of fame were too much for the young star, who battled addiction and crippling self-doubt. Their bond frayed not with anger, but with the quiet distance that often accompanies such struggles. Andy’s sudden death left Barry devastated. In a moment of raw vulnerability, he admitted, “Losing Andy was the hardest because it was preventable. I always wonder if I could have done more.”
Whispers have circulated for years about an unreleased demo tape, a raw performance Andy allegedly recorded just before his death and gave only to Barry. Whether this musical last will and testament is real or lore, it represents a final, private goodbye that Barry has chosen to keep locked away from the world. He doesn’t need to name the song that breaks him the most; the answer is etched in the tremor of his voice and the glisten in his eyes whenever the harmony of the past returns to join him on stage.