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“Every Time I See You Smile” by Barry and Maurice Gibb

Barry and Maurice Gibb - Every Time I See You Smile (LEAD VOCAL BY MAURICE -1970)

Introduction:

While the world was captivated by the falsetto anthems and sophisticated ballads of the Bee Gees’ global reign, a hidden treasure offers a fascinating glimpse into the very heart of their songwriting magic. “Every Time I See You Smile,” an unreleased gem from the late 1960s, is a testament to the foundational genius of brothers Barry and Maurice Gibb, stripping away the orchestral grandeur to reveal the pure, unadorned brilliance that fueled their legendary career.

This is not the sound of superstardom. Instead, listeners are transported to a more intimate setting—likely a studio demo session—where the music is built on nothing more than the gentle strumming of an acoustic guitar and the seamless blend of two of pop music’s most iconic voices. There’s a raw vulnerability in this track that stands in stark contrast to their polished, chart-topping hits. The signature harmonies, a trademark of the Gibb brothers, are present in their most authentic form, woven together with a simple, yet profoundly beautiful melody.

The song’s power lies in its elegant simplicity. It showcases the innate chemistry between Barry and Maurice, demonstrating that their songwriting was never dependent on elaborate production. The directness of the lyrics and the tenderness of their delivery create a deeply personal and heartfelt atmosphere. This track serves as a crucial document, a blueprint for the emotional depth that would come to define some of their greatest works. It’s a powerful reminder that before the lights, the fame, and the global frenzy, there was simply a pair of brothers and an unparalleled talent for crafting timeless songs.

For any fan or music aficionado, “Every Time I See You Smile” is a revelation. It provides a deeper understanding of the artists behind the hits, revealing their raw, creative process and the pure artistry that existed at their core. It’s a beautiful, essential piece of the Bee Gees’ story—a moment of quiet brilliance that proves the true genius was always in the song itself.

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