Thursday, January 28, 2016

Night Fwever Night Fwevuh

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.  Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born.  And now it's all right, it's OK.  And you may look the other way.  We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man.

Growing up in the 70s, there were three groups of guys around:

  1. Guys who hated the Bee Gees
  2. Guys who secretly liked the Bee Gees but pretended to hate them
  3. Guys who got their ass kicked every day

I was all of the above.  I hated the Bee Gees because their voices were atrocious.  I secretly liked them because they wrote great songs.  And I was the guy who got kicked around for making fun of  big clumsy people.

I would have to say that I loved and hated the 70s.  It gave us Led Zep, David Bowie and the Eagles.  (Some of them gone.)  It also gave us Donna Summer,  Abba and Air Supply.  (My fave Karaoke selections.)  And who can't forget Rick Dees's Disco Duck?  And everybody then was Kung Fu fighting Fast as lighting Oh-hoh-hoh-hoah.

Is Jive Talkin' the best Bee Gees song ever?  We should probably ask John Travolta.  I heard that he came out of the closet lately.  I always suspected guys who wore pink disco jacket.  When seen under the street light, his jacket turned a shade that was so hot that it made country hicks like Ted Nugent grabbed an axe to chop it all apart.  Of course, I'm making this all up.  After all, who can remember the 70s?

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