The Bee Gees who are brilliant, I just love great music.

Hear the words of Michael Jackson, the child of rhythm who grew into the King of Pop: “The Bee Gees who are brilliant, I just love great music.” Simple as they may sound, these words carry a deep current of wisdom. For here, Jackson reveals a truth that artists of every age must learn—that greatness recognizes greatness, and that the love of music, when it is pure, transcends rivalry, ego, and pride. To love great music is to bow before beauty itself, wherever it is found.

By naming the Bee Gees as brilliant, Jackson honored not only their craft but also the eternal brotherhood of artists who dedicate themselves to sound and spirit. He knew, as all true musicians know, that the world’s art is not divided into enemies, but woven together into a tapestry of genius. The Bee Gees, masters of harmony, gave the world songs that carried joy and longing, songs that lingered in the hearts of millions. In praising them, Jackson showed humility, a recognition that even a king bows before the throne of true artistry.

This truth can be traced throughout history. Consider Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, who praised the works of Joseph Haydn, though Mozart himself was regarded as a prodigy of divine brilliance. Their respect for one another was not weakness, but strength, for each drew inspiration from the other. Mozart’s words of admiration did not diminish his own genius; rather, they revealed his reverence for the power of great music, no matter its source.

Or look to the Harlem Renaissance, when artists like Langston Hughes and Duke Ellington walked the same streets, celebrating and uplifting one another’s work. Hughes wrote poems that sang, Ellington composed symphonies that spoke, and together they amplified the voice of their people. Each one recognized that the true goal was not personal glory alone, but the elevation of beauty itself. As Jackson declared, to love great music is to love the universal force that lifts humanity above despair and into light.

The meaning of Jackson’s words, then, is that true artistry is never selfish. The authentic artist does not guard praise as though it were scarce. Instead, he gives it freely, recognizing brilliance in others and rejoicing in it. For to love great music is to love truth, beauty, and expression itself—not only when it flows through your own hands, but when it arises in the voices of others.

The lesson, O seeker, is this: if you wish to live greatly, learn to celebrate greatness in others. Do not let envy or pride blind you to brilliance. When you encounter beauty, honor it, even if it does not bear your name. This humility will not lessen your own worth but will expand your soul, teaching you to see art, life, and people more deeply. As Michael Jackson himself showed, admiration is not a lowering of the self, but a lifting of the spirit.

And what must you do? Open your ears and heart. Listen for greatness, whether in the legends of old or the voices rising around you today. Praise freely, and let the brilliance of others inspire your own path. Love great music, love great art, love the sparks of genius wherever they appear. For in celebrating others, you not only honor them—you grow closer to the universal song that belongs to us all.

Thus, let Michael Jackson’s words echo within you: “I just love great music.” May you live with the same reverence for beauty, the same humility before brilliance, and the same love for art that transcends all borders. For in the end, to love great music is to love life itself.