It has come to my attention that more than one Dawn Patrol reader shares my fondness for the 1960s-era Brothers Gibb. Such public appreciation for one of the greatest and least understood rock bands ever deserves reward, so here, for your enjoyment, are photos of me with Barry, Maurice, and Robin at the afterparty of the group's August 9, 1989 Radio City Music Hall show (eternal thanks to Billboard's Jim Bessman for getting 20-year-old me and my pal in), plus a special treat: not one, but two caffeinated examples of the group at its most—ahem—effervescent. I love them best during that time when they were going for Baroque.
