A FINAL SONG FOR A FRIEND: Before a hushed crowd of more than 30,000, Barry Gibb, now 78, stepped into the soft blue glow of the stage lights. No teleprompter. No grand introduction. Just Barry — solemn, unhurried — cradling his guitar as if it carried the weight of a lifetime. Then, without a single word, he began “To Love Somebody.” But this time, the song was not bright or buoyant — it was reverent, almost like a prayer. Every note became a tender offering, a final goodbye to his dear friend and Australian music trailblazer, Col Joye. It was a gift from one legend to another, spoken in the only language vast enough to hold both love and grief: music.
A FINAL SONG FOR A FRIEND — Before a hushed crowd of more than 30,000,...
