If you play “Tragedy”, do we not get down and get funky?
I’m not saying I’m proud of this. I’d like my lapels to be narrow just like yours, but sometimes the spirit of the 70’s just moves me. I feel the need to wear polyester. I have to unbutton that extra button on my shirt. I must wear my mood ring.
You people just don’t understand what it’s like. I was only 13 when Saturday Night Fever came out. Old enough to be warped by the music, too young to reap the benefits of the free sex. Denied! But not bitter (well okay, a little bitter about the sex part).
I’m not asking for your blessing Mr. Frog, just a little understanding. If you must relegate me to the manure pile, so be it. But I ask you, which of you out there born before 1970 can truly say you don’t have a platform shoe, gold chain wearing skeleton in your closet?
I must confess. I really like the Bee Gees. In fact, I put on their Greatest hits to relax to.
I also have seen them live in concert. Last year. And they were excellent. I get bonus points for shouting abuse at Ronan Keating when he came on stage to sing words.
::raises hand so fast she throws her shoulder out of joint::
Hated disco! Blah! Feh! And the Farrah Fawcett wannabe hairstyles and Marcia Brady fashions. ::shudder:: When that was your jr and sr high school prom music, brrrrrr!
Jethro Tull. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
[Who’n the heck is Ronan Keating? Why does that sound familiar? Didn’t he sell junk bonds?]
Ronan Keating is the lead singer with an irish “boyband” called Boyzone.
They Murder old songs and ballads by artists like Anne Murray, Tracey Chapman, The Bee Gee’s etc. Their greatest crime was a selection of Motown numbers.
The new Irish boy"band" westlife, plan to do the same for Christmas. Considering that I do my radio show on 60 and 70’s suol classics, I may just have to do somethng nasty to these people for assassinating some of my favourite tracks.
I could really go on all day about my hatred for these people, but I’ll spare you the gory details.
Boybands suck.
I remember buying their first album. It had “Cucumber Castle” and some song about a mining disaster and “You Don’t Know What It’s Like”. I thought the BeeGees were the height of elegance back then. No cheezy organ and 3 chords churning away. And they only got better and better as the years went by. The BeeGees will live forever. Class wins out.
TwistofFateTry living in Orlando “We have Disney and BoyBands (and a couple of GirlBands)”, FL.
At least we don’t get the updates on the lawsuits and “what are they wearing today” reports anymore (or as often).
Count me in the Bee Gees lovefest. I count among my most cherished possesions my Bee Gees concert ticket stub from 1979. Furthermore I have worn out 2 copies of the Bee Gees greatest hits album. I am completely out of the closet with my love of disco. I’m here, I like disco, get used to it.
I am not ashamed to admit this fact. I grew up on them; my mother is a huge fan, even today, so I can even sing some of their more recent songs.
I prefer Robin’s voice to Barry’s. I don’t like Barry’s screeching.
People like to hate the Bee Gees, because of what they represent, but at the same time, albums written and produced by them were best-selling albums for some singers (Barbars Streisand, Diana Ross). And the aforementioned Islands in the Stream was a huge hit.
Tonight, on the way home I’m flipping through the dial again. The oldies station was playing “Penny Lane.” Harmless enough. I’m driving along, the song ends, and…
Good Morning, Mister Sunshine
You Brighten Up My Day
No. It can’t be
Lonely Days (dum dum dum), Lonely Nights
Where would I be without my woman
Heartbreaking storytime: The time is Friday, April 13, 1979 (that’s right, Friday the 13th) AND it’s raining and I am at a party. There’s THIRTEEN people there, Six girls and seven guys and I don’t have a date. That’s right, I’m number 13!. I’m 15 years old and have a serious crush on a girl there. She ends up with some slime ball who USED to be a friend. He cuts me off and gets to dance with her. The song? “Too Much Heaven”. The next day, I take my 45 of the song and bust it into several zillion pieces. I still can’t listen to it.
Otherwise, I like the Bee Gees.
Epilogue: The slime ball is married with 3 or 4 children (haven’t seen him in a while). The girl is now married and has two kids and we have lunch together about 4-5 times a year and are close friends.
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