Au Revoir and onto the HMH for Too Much Heaven, which Robin sang heavenly ❤ ! Where is this video!?!
- The Next Day, Waiting for the Star…
- Our Hero ❤ Robin Crossing Brook Street!
- Robin on the Run…Dwina & Martin 😀 !! Unto the Grosvenor, very hot May day…
- OMGoodness, just around the corner!!
- Robin’s autograph on Barry’s legs :D!
- Dwina and guests 😉 enter the Ballroom
Heineken Hall, 22.10.10
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kW6nLEWdlZI (Intro and You Win Again)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5tD8J4nBrs (I’ve Gotta Get A Message To You)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wGI8FsDHbg (i Started A Joke)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNPoXUc6h10 (Alan Freeman Days)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xddmeLRA3ns (Saved By The Bell)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wk7ic9iuc_U (New York Mining Disaster)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Ng8h8Axonw (Explaining 🙂 )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sT0DQWaFQN0 (Stayin’ Alive)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtNsOCOwpDA (If I Can’t Have You)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzLJ3hbby2Y (More Than A Woman)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZuhleIHF_4 (Night Fever)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_hgY99UE-o (Closer 😉 )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhX-BXSw6mg (Jive Talkin’)
I wish there was another year, another time (Bee Gees Walking Back To Waterloo)
With great anticipation this month last year, I waited for my CD of The Titanic Requiem, arriving in all its classical glory! Familiar with its entirety, having been at the Listening Party offered on Facebook, at last, in hand! Awakened to the historical implication of this Robin Gibb and RJ Gibb commemoration, I wanted to learn more about the immigrants traveling on board The RMS Titanic.
Eager to arrive in New York, with the promise of a new life in the New World. Inside the treasured TTR package, the composers note that 49 children perished from steerage. Within that number, defined by class, the five sons of Margaret Rice. For me, she became the fluid figure in the enchanting Don’t Cry Alone video. This widowed mother in search of her boys. So, with the time and inclination to remember.
One far from a belief in Paradise, crying out for mercy and the hope for Margaret and her boys, In Paradisum, love and life everlasting. Some means to sweep away her pain and sorrow. Again, my utmost gratitude to Robin and RJ for honoring those who lost their lives that tragic day in April 1912. This brave woman among them, believing in a dream that would change the circumstances that kept her sons in the hold.
Forever in our memory, she is not left to cry alone.
As storms off The Great Lakes approach, perhaps, to cloud an April sky, I am reminded of a critique we followers were asked to write around a year ago…..
A Gibb composition, taking me back, to honor my maternal grandparents. Like so many, immigrants to America, via New York, in the early years of the last century. My relation, luckier than those poor souls on board this grand ship, immortalized inThe Requiem.
My father’s Quaker ancestors proud to have arrived here from England, a few hundred years after the Mayflower. A puritanical, good-hearted bunch. In my mother’s case, her parents with memories of loneliness and fear, not inclined to speak of the dire circumstances that drove them here, not so long ago.
My grandfather from Dalmatia on the Adriatic Sea, the youngest son, sent to bring back the gold he would find on the streets of New York. Arriving as an adolescent, still a boy, it is said he cried for a day, never to do so again. For he encountered, not riches, but poverty and discrimination. Michael would not see his Serbian family again.
My grandmother, even younger, traveling with her sister from the Region of Poznan, as nursemaid to her nieces. Sailing on board the Batavia, west from Hamburg, fleeing a twentieth century persecution of sorts. Unsure of the perils which might lie ahead, separated forever from her mother and father. Leaving her beloved Poland.
(Anna (Milli) Radeka and her daughter Sophie, My Mom)
Listening to the introductory movements in this classical debut, I am captivated by the excitement of the preparation. Embarking on a great luxury liner, the sensation of the ocean beneath me, navigating my way through the history. Bidding farewell, leaving my roots behind.
Enchanted, leading me to imagine my grandparents, Michael and Anna, brave and resilient, looking toward a brighter future.
Unlike those unfortunate third class passengers, destined to go down with The Titanic….Knowing their story, once landed; coal mining, the Great Depression, riding the rails and losing children. Within this struggle, my parents met as idealists. Involved in organizing a union for auto workers, heralding a more prosperous existence for those that followed.
Certainly, one cannot have knowledge of American history and ignore the consequences of the European influx. Overtaking the Native Americans and their way of honoring the earth. However, rumored to be somewhat Odawa through my father, musically, I have been given good cause to remember.
My predominantly Euro American side did not come for the spoils, instead, to share in the promise of a young nation. My Mom and Dad from a generation with pride in Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt and their more democratic view of the world. Class, race and politics, complicated in the Americas
A complex dream, paid tribute
Expressed so magnificently, through the centuries, this Robin Gibb and RJ Gibb collaboration. Embraced from west of the Major City of New York!
Time caught up with her, there seemed no where to turn. Then she remembered Massachusetts. Searching for the meaning of life, and the most melodious lyrics, she came back to The Bee Gees. From I’ve Gotta Get A Message To You, through the decades, hanging on every word of his unique vibrato. Approaching a time to retire, restored by an Embrace of Robin Gibb and his gift of song. In between clients, her spirits soared. Afloat on a river leading to an ocean of musical discovery.
Through life’s rocky events and tragedies, he became the the light that shone on her. Enthusiastically, she, and her best friend Ellen, purchased passage to this Bee Gee’s Homecoming on The Isle of Man. In wild abandon, they pursued their transatlantic dream, landing in a huge windswept marquee. No longer just imagined, they were there with Robin and His Band! Flowing to the sounds of Too Much Heaven and How Deep Is Your Love, The Greatest Hits from Robin and his awesome brothers.
The spellbound travelers from afar, listened, along with the Manx crowd, as the unofficial National Anthem rose like a vision, impeccably from the voice that touches the heart. A gallant and gifted newly elected President of European copyright, a Native Son. She could see, he was somebody.
Returning over and over again, the following Spring, 67 Brook Street in commemoration of the three boys from Manchester. Afternoon Teas at the Prebendal, where this Heritage Foundation President honored the forgotten veterans of a World War. A pre concert Penguin in the lobby of the Holland Hilton, rainbows all around her. The lad, once from Australia, setting so many hearts on fire. With Titanic effort, together with his son RJ, composing a classical tribute to those unfortunate souls on board an ill fated ship. In all its glory, bound for New York. Heroic, Brave Sir Robin.
How can she confide this incredible journey. The thrill, a Super Star, alongside his amazing, talented wife Dwina and the musical genius of their son, graciously accepting fame. Mozart of his time, with an underlying understanding of melody. Perennial as the grass, said he, stirring universal human emotions. On a wing and a prayer, Robin Gibb taught her how to fly. Like so many, she will wait for one million years……
Au Revoir, Robinxxxx