Found out from the E! ticker, that's a bit of a bummer.
From Voice of America News:
British-born pop music star Maurice Gibb of the group, the Bee Gees, has died in a Miami Beach, Florida hospital. He was 53.
Gibb's family says he passed away overnight Saturday, two days after suffering a heart attack before emergency surgery Thursday to repair a blocked intestine.
In 1958, Maurice, along with twin brother Robin and older brother Barry, formed the Bee Gees, which is short for "the Brothers Gibb." He played bass guitar and keyboards for the trio, which went on to record the best-selling soundtrack of all time for the 1970's disco movie hit "Saturday Night Fever."
The seven-time Grammy award winning group is among the top five highest selling recording artists of all time along with the Beatles, Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney as a solo artist.
The Bee Gees also are members of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Their last album, This Is Where I Came In, was released in 2001.
The Gibb brothers also wrote and produced hit songs for Presley, as well as for female pop music legends Barbara Streisand, Diana Ross and Dionne Warwick.
The Bee Gees' younger brother, pop idol Andy Gibb, died in 1988 at the age of 30 of a heart ailment after years of drug addiction.
Some information for this report provided by AP, AFP and Reuters.
Not really the only other person. It was in every news bulletin here. You will note if you read the story that..."Although British-born, the Bee Gees always considered themselves Australian." Of course they did, the newspaper said so.
I think one of the good things for the Brothers Gibb was that their strong songwriting over such a long period of time has helped dim the "hated disco band" stigma that followed them after Saturday Night Fever. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the single "This Is Where I Came In" from a couple of years back.
But I no longer carry the shame from my mid-80s rocker phase when my Dad told some friends of mine that I had the 45 for "You Should Be Dancing."
This marks the third time I have seen Hawksley Workman's musical/cabaret/ode to debauchery The God That Comes (and it would have also been the fourth time, had Mark's sinuses not revolted earlier in the week)