James Lileks likes the Bee Gees, which has apparently drawn him national scorn. All I know is the mere fact that I “get” this makes me feel old:
Are the BeeGees good, then? Sure. Some of their stuff, anyway. I can do without most of the songs t on the greatest hits disk. I usually donÃ¢€™t like the hyperventilating castrati sound – Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, for example. Guys, listen – if youÃ¢€™re going to sing a song called Ã¢€œWalk Like A Man,Ã¢€ donÃ¢€™t sound as though youÃ¢€™ve had your testes kicked so hard they bounced off your diaphragm. Ã¢€œStayinÃ¢€™ Alive,Ã¢€ however, is a great song. It may come from a genre that pumped out more dreck than the CB-radio story-song craze; it may bring back painful memories of John Travolta using his walk in such a way as to inform spectators that he is a womanÃ¢€™s man, and hence has no time to talk. But that hook holds up.
Sadly, I remember it well.