A friend of mine has been giving me HELL because I confessed that the last concert I went to was The Bee Gees.
I know they’re a little daggy. I know their falsettos defy anatomy. But you gotta admit, in their kitschy white-boy disco way, they’re funky lads.
People think Bee Gees and think Saturday Night Fever. But they were huge way before then. In the 60s they had some massive hits. Words, Massachusetts and How Do You Mend A Broken Heart? They had 5 singles in the top ten of the Billboard Charts at the same time, something never seen since The Beatles. Their dorky haircuts and soaring voices made legions of housewives moist.
Then in the 70s they reinvented themselves, tightened up their trousers and exposed their manly chests to bring disco to the distinctly unfunky masses. It was non-threatening and palatable. It lacked the danger and sexiness of other artists. Who could forget such chestnuts as Jive Talkin’ and Nights On Broadway?
They had a few less great albums in the 80s, but damn, did they write a bunch of good songs for other people! Heartbreaker gave has-been Dionne Warwick a much-needed hit. Chain Reaction saw Diana Ross hit #1 with her hair teased like an atomic bomb cloud and the Gibb boys bleating in the background. Best of all was Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton warbling Islands In The Stream. Sail away with me. To another a world. And we can rely on each other. Uh huh.
Where would have crappy boy bands been in the 90s without the Bee Gees to cover? How many talentless freaks rode the coattails of How Deep Is Your Love and Stayin’ Alive all the way to the top of the charts? Then there was that ill-conceived Bee Gees/Celine Dion duet that basically sank without a trace. But it showed how the boys are still HIP and WITH IT after three decades in the business. They have their finger on the pulse of rawk, whether it be sanitised disco or pompous over-produced ballads.
So don’t diss the Gees, bro. They have contributed so much to modern music. Their legend will be aha ha ha ha stayin aliiiiive forever.