GRAMMY Rewind: Bee Gees' Robin & Barry Gibb Pay Tribute To Late Brother Maurice As They Accept The GRAMMY Legend Award In 2003 | GRAMMY.com

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As the GRAMMYs prepare to honor Barry Gibb with a prestigious Lifetime Achievement Award, the legendary musician takes a moment to look back—not at the glittering trophies or sold-out stadiums, but at the brothers who stood beside him when it all began. For Barry, this recognition is deeply bittersweet: an extraordinary honor made poignant by the absence of Robin, Maurice, and Andy Gibb, whose voices and spirits helped shape one of the most iconic sounds in modern music.

With quiet reflection, Barry recalls the earliest days in Manchester and later in Australia, when he, Robin, and Maurice were just three young dreamers, united by a shared love of harmony. “We were just kids with guitars and ambition,” he says. “Everything else came later—the fame, the records, the tours. At the core, it was always about singing together.”

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The Bee Gees would go on to become global superstars, writing and performing timeless hits that defined a generation. Classics like Stayin’ AliveHow Deep Is Your Love, and To Love Somebody are etched forever into music history. Yet behind the dazzling disco lights and chart-topping success was a family story—one of love, rivalry, and an unbreakable bond. Barry admits that performing without his brothers carries a profound weight. “When I stand on stage now, I feel them with me,” he shares. “Every harmony I sing, every lyric I recall—they’re right there beside me.”

Maurice’s sudden passing in 2003 was the first devastating loss, leaving a void no spotlight could ever fill. Nine years later, Robin’s death brought another wave of grief. Andy, the youngest Gibb brother, had died tragically young in 1988, long before the Bee Gees’ music experienced a revival of global acclaim. “Sometimes it feels like yesterday, sometimes like a lifetime ago,” Barry reflects softly. “But not a day goes by that I don’t think of them.”

While the GRAMMY Lifetime Achievement Award recognizes Barry’s extraordinary contributions as a performer, songwriter, and producer whose work has been recorded by countless artists, he insists the honor belongs to all four brothers. “This isn’t just for me,” he says. “This is for Robin, for Maurice, for Andy. None of it would have been possible without them.”

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As he prepares his remarks for the ceremony, Barry reflects on the timeless messages woven into the Bee Gees’ music—love, heartbreak, perseverance, and the courage to keep moving forward even when the world feels heavy. “Music was always our way of speaking to the world,” he explains. “Maybe that’s why people still sing our songs today. They speak to the things we all go through.”

When Barry Gibb steps onto the GRAMMY stage to accept this lifetime honor, it will not be a solitary triumph. It will be a tribute to the family harmonies that gave rise to a sound unlike any other—a sound that continues to resonate across generations.

For Barry, this moment is not the closing of a chapter, but the continuation of a story that began long ago in a small living room, with three brothers by his side and a dream that would one day change the world.

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