At just 62, Robin Gibb slipped away on a quiet May evening in 2012, but his voice—aching, ethereal, unforgettable—still lingers like a ghost in the grooves of every Bee Gees record. He was the fragile soul of the group, the one who could make heartbreak sound like poetry and longing feel like something holy. While Barry brought strength and Maurice brought harmony, Robin brought a kind of beautiful sorrow, a trembling honesty that couldn’t be faked. Now, years later, fans still close their eyes when “I Started a Joke” begins, and for a moment, it’s as if time folds in on itself—his voice rising from the silence, raw and haunting. He didn’t just sing songs. He lived inside them. And though the world has turned many times since he left, the ache he carried—and the gift he gave—still hums gently in the background of every memory he ever touched.
Few songs in the Bee Gees’ vast and varied catalogue capture emotional isolation quite as...