In Douglas, Isle of Man, beneath the statue of Robin and Maurice Gibb, people say a lone figure once sat with a guitar resting gently in his hands. No cameras, no crowd—only the quiet hum of memory drifting in the evening air. The brim of his hat shadowed his face, but there was no mistaking him: it was Barry Gibb. They say he softly strummed a melody only the three of them had ever known, a song once carried in harmony across the world. And before he rose to leave, he whispered into the silence: “This one’s for you, my brothers.”
In the heart of Douglas, Isle of Man, the birthplace of the Bee Gees, stands...