Bee Gees: When the band performed an Andy Gibb song as a tear-jerking tribute to... - Smooth

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During rehearsals for one of the Bee Gees’ legendary One Night Only concerts, Maurice Gibb delivered a heartfelt solo performance of one of his late brother Andy Gibb’s beloved songs.

While conducting sound checks at Auckland’s Western Springs Stadium in March 1999, Maurice was moved to sing along with the backing track of “(Our Love) Don’t Throw It All Away,” even though the band wasn’t scheduled to rehearse vocals at that moment.

This touching, behind-the-scenes moment was captured on camera by someone present at the venue and later shared online, offering fans a rare glimpse of Maurice’s deep connection to his brother and the song’s enduring emotional power.

Bee Gees: When the band performed an Andy Gibb song as a tear-jerking tribute to... - Smooth

Watch Maurice sing along to ‘Don’t Throw It All Away’ below:

Although Maurice’s heartfelt solo rendition of his brother’s song was soon interrupted by the band’s ongoing soundcheck, the brief moment beautifully revealed just how deeply the then-49-year-old musician cherished Andy’s work.

As part of their One Night Only tour — which debuted in Las Vegas in 1997 before traveling to stages around the world — Maurice, alongside his brothers Barry and Robin Gibb, delivered a moving tribute to Andy. During this special performance, the trio harmonized live with Andy’s original vocals on “(Our Love) Don’t Throw It All Away,” while touching video footage of Andy played across multiple screens, creating a powerful and emotional experience for the audience.

This unforgettable tribute was immortalized through the band’s official film recording of the 1997 MGM Grand concert, allowing fans worldwide to witness the Bee Gees’ heartfelt homage to their beloved younger brother.

The concert’s audio was also captured and released as a live album in 1998, allowing fans to relive the magic of the Bee Gees’ One Night Only performance.

However, the behind-the-scenes clip of Maurice rehearsing ahead of a later show provides an even rarer and more intimate glimpse into the brothers’ heartfelt tribute to their late sibling.

Andy Gibb, the youngest member of the musical family, was the brother of eldest sibling Barry, twins Robin and Maurice, and their musically talented but largely private older sister, Lesley Gibb.

Despite his immense talent and success, Andy faced significant personal struggles. Tragically, he passed away in 1988 at just 30 years old, following complications related to drug abuse — a devastating loss that deeply affected his family and fans around the world.

The heartbreaking song the Bee Gees wrote in tribute to their late brother Andy Gibb - Smooth

Andy’s passing was a devastating blow to the Gibb family. In a 2009 interview with The Mirror, Barry and Robin Gibb opened up about the painful struggle of trying to help their younger brother.

“We knew that Andy was in bad shape – he had some bad substance habits,” Barry revealed. “But we never thought we would lose him.”

Andy first released “(Our Love) Don’t Throw It All Away” in 1978 as the third single from his second album, Shadow Dancing. Interestingly, the song had originally been recorded by the Bee Gees in 1977, but their version was not released until after Andy’s rendition had brought the track to prominence.

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