Maurice Gibb Had a Son He Never Knew — Until a DNA Test Proved It

Introduction:

For more than half a century, Nick Endicott walked through life carrying unanswered questions about who he truly was. Adopted as an infant in East Sussex, England, in April 1968, he grew up in a loving home, yet the gaps in his story were undeniable. There were no photographs of his birth parents, no family history, and no clues—just a gnawing sense that something deeper connected him to a world far beyond his quiet upbringing.

That connection, as it turns out, led straight to the heart of one of music’s most iconic families.

In 2019, after years of speculation and quiet curiosity, Nick submitted his DNA to a commercial ancestry service. He expected little more than a trace of family background. Instead, the results cracked open one of the most surprising revelations in Bee Gees history. His test came back as a 100% paternal match to Adam Gibb, the acknowledged son of Maurice Gibb, one-third of the legendary Bee Gees. Science was clear: Nick was also Maurice’s son.

The discovery was both extraordinary and heartbreaking. Maurice had passed away in 2003, sixteen years before the test. Nick would never meet his biological father, never share a stage with him, and never hear his voice in person. The truth had finally arrived, but it was too late for the conversation he longed to have.

Nick’s resemblance to Maurice had not gone unnoticed. Over the years, friends and bandmates remarked on his mannerisms, tone of voice, and natural musical ability. Nick had even pursued his own career in music, forming a band called The Speak and later working in production. Music was in his blood, though he never knew why—until that DNA test confirmed what instinct had always whispered.

The story deepened further when Nick reconnected with his biological mother, Anne, who confirmed she had a brief relationship with Maurice in 1967, just as the Bee Gees were rising in the London music scene. Soon after Nick’s birth, she placed him for adoption. Whether Maurice ever knew about the child remains uncertain. There are no records, no public statements, and no family testimony confirming that the Bee Gee was aware of Nick’s existence.

Reactions from the Gibb family have been mixed. Some relatives, such as Deborah Mlan, daughter of Leslie Gibb, have embraced him. Together, they even formed “Cousins Gibb” and recorded a stripped-down version of the Bee Gees’ classic Tragedy—a haunting performance that many fans said felt like both tribute and mourning. Yet other members of the family remain silent, offering neither acknowledgement nor denial.

For Nick, the journey has never been about fame or fortune. He has not sought inheritance, nor has he pursued legal recognition. What he wanted was simple: to know where he came from. In his own words, “Everything else is secondary.”

And so, Nick Endicott Gibb carries his father’s name—not as a claim to legacy, but as a declaration of identity. Through music, he has found a way to honor Maurice, to channel the voice he never heard in person but feels echoing within him. His story is one of resilience, mystery, and above all, harmony—the kind that transcends bloodlines and courtrooms, living instead in the songs that continue to connect generations.

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