story done, nothing to do, so i listen to the bee gees. and how lovely they sound.
it's almost how it used to be...
dad had just bought the home theatre system with 5 speakers, a marantz amplifier and a vcd player
so we were having a good few weeks of karaoke-ing and enjoying the sounds.
then dad brought back the bee gees one night only concert in las vegas. boy was i hooked. i guess i was hardly 10 or 11. but i was hooked on the bee gees.
dad even remarked one night 'if only you memorised your books like you memorised that bee gees concert'
because here's what i used to do: i'd get home from school, have lunch, and turn that cd on and just sit in front of the tv entranced, singing along, pretending i was barry or robin or maurice in his hat.
i'd be jumping to 'night fever', pretending i had my 'more than a woman', or being all mellow with 'words' and 'i started a joke'.
until mum would come by and nag my ears off to do my homework, NOT BEFORE SHE HEARD A FEW TUNES HERSELF.
i knew of the bee gees before i knew the beatles even existed. of course, i developed my love for the other oldies tunes as i grew up, but i never outgrew the bee gees.
they represent something more than just their music. they are a reminder of my dad's boyish eyes as he drummed his fingers to their tunes.
it is worth mentioning that my dad is very much a beatles guy. but being a band boy in his younger days, he sang everything, and the bee gees were as good as anybody, musically.
it's thanks to my dad that i love music the way i do. it's thanks to him that i have made music my way of getting in touch with certain aspects of my emotions that i wouldn't be able to express otherwise.
don't ask me why, but time has passed us by.
