Bee Gees do the Beatles

Ok, this is weird.  You think the Bee Gees would bring something special to a Beatles cover, but all they bring is… awkwardness.  Especially when Barry kneels down and grasps Maurice’s arm while he sings “I love to turn you on…”

Whatchu doin on your back?

Amazingly, I’ve never seen Saturday Night Fever. I kinda hate John Travolta, but I think I could get beyond the Pulp Fiction association long enough to enjoy his performance, especially because he dances like a fool and all the music is the effing Bee Gees.

Incidentally, I taught circus arts at a summer school for three summers, and I choreographed one of the group acrobatic numbers to this song. Twelve and thirteen-year-olds dancing, leaping and cartwheeling to this is pretty freakin great:

Backwards and Forwards With My Heart Hanging Out…

… Is possibly one of the more awkward lyrics in pop music, but the song is great nonetheless. There doesn’t appear to be an official music video for this one, so hopefully these sassy album covers will suffice as a backdrop to the song:

We Know How to Do It

Ok, so Barry looks like a wannabe dancer or thespian in this vid… Let’s just say that he needs that beard to really bring out the man in him. And I have to wonder, why are Robin and Maurice always so serious? Great song at any rate.

My Favorite Part of the Seventies

Not that I was alive to remember the seventies, but I think my favorite part would’ve been the high- waisted jeans.  I posted about my fondness for them before, but I think Barry Gibb’s white high-waisted pants are the epitome of awesome.

Too Much Heaven

If only everything in life could be this smooth. By the way, how did Barry end up with the best teeth, facial features, voice, hair and tan of the bunch? There’s a reason why his shirt always has the deepest V. Genes ain’t fair.

Livin in a World of Fools…

It’s been a rough week. Seemingly every company in my industry is laying people off. There have been talks at work of the same. My husband and I have been strategizing about what to do if I lose my job. We’ve also been talking about moving somewhere near the mountains, like Nevada City or Montana (that’s where he grew up). Then there were the dogs: the one we brought home and later took to the shelter, and the ones I returned to their home. So, in the spirit of last Friday, I think it’s time for more sweet sounds from the late 70’s: what I like to imagine as a simpler time. I’ve had this one stuck in my head non-stop for the last week:

We Can Make it Shine…

If I could marry myself*, this is definitely the song I’d choose for the first dance:

And here’s an adorable couple living my dream:

*I married someone else instead. We learned a lindy hop dance and our song was Bobby Darin’s version of “I’m Beginning to See the Light.”