Stayin’ alive . . .

I’m having a bit of a thing with Barry Gibb.

It started a few weeks ago when I spent the afternoon on my sofa watching him take the Sunday afternoon crowd at Glastonbury by storm with a back catalogue that many will never be able to rival. And then I had a bit of a surreal experience with him in a church hall in my home town when the Spooky Men’s Chorale performed their amazing rendition of “Ba’hari Ghibb” set to a back drop of “Stayin’ Alive.” Really, you had to be there – it would be hard to explain – but I think you can find a video if you’re curious.

And it’s only in the weeks since Glastonbury that I’ve come to appreciate Mr Gibb more and more for his musical excellence and contribution to the world of music over a career that deserves applauding.

So, ok. The point?

Well, I’m not good at digesting new situations quickly, easily. I can make snap judgements or rule something out rather than rule it in, just because I haven’t yet had the experience to guide me, or the ability to be able to reflect. There, that word again. Reflect. And if I hadn’t reflected about the wonderful Barry I might never had heard, no, really listened, to his wonderful words.