Showing posts with label the bee gees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the bee gees. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Stayin' Alive


Stayin' Alive
written by Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibb
Released by The Bee Gees, 1977
by Live Music Head

















“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, that’s okay, 
and you may look the other way. 
We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man. 
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, 
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. 
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', 
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. 
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. 
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive! 
Well now, I get low and I get high, 
and if I can't get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes, 
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose. 
You know it's all right. It's okay. 
I'll live to see another day. 
We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man. 
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, 
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. 
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', 
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. 
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. 
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive! 
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me. 
Somebody help me, yeah. 
Life goin' nowhere.  Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.”
~ Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibb



When I saw the song title, I thought no... it can’t be. 
But it was! 
OMFG! Of course it was! 
Last night at the Entertainment Centre in Brisbane, Australia, 
Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band 
opened with Stayin’ Alive! 
Stayin’ Alive!! 
STAYIN’ ALIVE!!! 
And with a sexy hot trumpet to boot! 
OMFG. 
I listen to Stayin’ Alive all the f@#*ing time, 
especially when I hit the cold 
nine hundred degrees below zero streets of Toronto, 
wearing layers of clothing that weigh more than me, 
all iPod-ed up. 
I talk about the song a lot too, 
perhaps even too much. 
Not two weeks ago, on Feb 15, 
it was the song I asked the dj at Harbourfront ice rink 
to play for me while I skated. 
And he did. 
Joy! 
It was also the song I chose to post on Facebook days later, 
on Feb 18, 
to celebrate Tony Manero 
on the birthday of John Travolta 
because I was in a Romeo Fever 
for two straight Saturday Nights in a row! 
On the same day, I also posted the promo clip of Jimmy Fallon, 
that great talk show host I have an enormous crush on, 
because he dressed up like Tony Manero 
to strut his stuff to the same beat, 
in celebration of taking The Tonight Show back to New York... 
We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man... 
Stayin’ Awake! 
Is it really a surprise that The Boss played the song last night? 
True, he probably chose to play a Brothers Gibb song because hell, 
he was performing in their adopted homeland after all.... but, 
with an enormous catalogue such as The Bee Gees 
to choose from, 
why do you think he chose Stayin’ Alive? 
I’ll tell you why! 
Because the man always has his finger on the pulse! 
Because it’s the theme song for a lot of folks... 
many, many, many folks, including me, 
who go out there every god damn day, 
armed with everything we got, 
to do what we gotta do, 
just to STAY ALIVE! 

Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band performing Stayin' Alive
at the Entertainment Centre in Brisbane, Austrailia
Feb 26, 2014...


Saturday, January 26, 2013

Remembering: Saturday Night Fever


Remembering...
Saturday Night Fever
American film directed by John Badham
Starring John Travolta,
Karen Lynn Gorney and Donna Pescow
Released December 1977
by Live Music Head























There can be no mistaking 
the era for which this film is set.
Minutes into it,
Al Pacino as Serpico 
and Sylvester Stallone as Rocky
are spotted gracing the walls 
of Tony Manero's Italian-American bedroom,
alongside that iconic poster 
of Farrah Fawcett-Majors in a red bathing suit
smiling a mouthful of sparkling whites.
Bruce Lee is also pinned above his bed.
My older brother was a fan 
of the martial arts king back then too,
and practiced kung fu with nunchaku,
which scared the hell out of me.
The year was 1977,
and I was still too young to get in to see an R-rated movie,
but the look on the face of my second-oldest brother,
ten years my senior,
as he spun the vinyl of the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack,
made me really want to see it.
John Travolta was familiar to me already
as the ever-cool Vinnie Barbarino on the television sitcom
Welcome Back Kotter,
and the songs of The Bee Gees too of course,
because they were all over the radio.
In fact,
the popularity of The Brothers Gibb in the late seventies 
was so over-the-top,
eventually dj’s at radio stations across the land
refused to play them.
Like many rock and rollers back then, I too hated disco.
I would never have admitted liking it, even if I did.
Today however, I like it and I don’t mind saying so.
I’ve grown rather fond of nineteen seventies disco.
The songs are part of my dna after all.
And since those early days 
of being influenced by my older brothers,
I must’ve seen Saturday Night Fever a hundred times...
on pay-tv, vhs, regular tv, dvd,
and again this month,
on the big screen at the TIFF Bell Lightbox in Toronto.
The first thing that comes to mind is that
it’s a gritty little film about lower middle-class teenagers
having meaningless sex in the back seats of really ugly cars.
And for this viewing,
I noticed the 8-track tape 
sitting on the dashboard of one of ‘em
for the very first time.
Goes to show ya,
don’t matter how many times you see a film,
there’s always something to see, or learn, for the first time.
John Travolta plays Tony Manero,
a nineteen-year-old New Yorker who works a dead-end job
at the local hardware store by day,
but at night he’s a hero;
the king of the dance floor at 2001 Odyssey,
the local discotheque.
He and his friends hang out there on Saturday nights,
drinking, drugging, and dancing
trying to forget their desperation, and fears of the future.
The movie is also a story about a Brooklyn boy
who meets a Manhattan girl,
who leads him over the bridge to what may be,
hopefully, a better life.
British rock journalist Nik Cohn had written an article
for the New York Magazine called 
Tribal Rites of the New Saturday Night
based on a working class man 
immersed in the disco sub-culture
and the fashion that accompanied it.
This article was used by the film makers to plot out the movie.
Platforms shoes, polyester suits,
tight leather jackets and gold chains
are seen throughout,
and Tony is caught more than once
walking about his house in black bikini underwear.
I say, “No! No! No! No! Nooooo!
Only boxer shorts on men for this chick,
or nothing at all.”
But of course black bikini underwear fit right in
with the platform shoes, polyester suits,
tight leather jackets and gold chains.
And to me, the disc jockey at the 2001
looks a lot like porn king Ron Jeremy,
also a New Yorker
who’s reputation began in the 70s.
But it ain’t Jeremy, but Monti Rock,
the real life dj from Studio 54.
And when Monti spins You Should Be Dancin’,
look out!
Holy mother of god, what a tune!
"You should be dancin' yea! Dancin' yea!"
The Bee Gees certainly could write ‘em,
and with that thumping dance beat,
Travolta certainly proved he could move to it.
The soundtrack,
one of the biggest selling soundtracks of all time
had my butt groovin’ and my boots tappin’ all over again
from my seat in the King St theatre.
In 1997 when I was drunk in the Dominican Republic,
I remember stumbling away from the bar, singing:
“If I Can’t Have You, I don’t want nobody baby!
If I can’t have you, oh, oh, oh… no!”
Because that’s another great song
written by Barry, Maurice and Robin,
sung by Yvonne Elliman for Saturday Night Fever.


















Of the seventeen tracks,
seven are written by The Bee Gees.
Of the platinum chart-topper 
that epitomized the disco phenomenon,
Barry Gibb had this to say 
about the second single released from it:
“Stayin’ Alive is really all about the strife that our culture's in.
New York City is a perfect example of that.
And quite prophetic in fact because it talks about
building’s breaking and everybody shaking.”
Stayin’ Alive is about trying to survive.
And that’s something many of us are still challenged to do,
in every city,
as the fallout and economic turmoil
since the attacks on the World Trade Centre
continues to be felt.
"Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, that's okay,
and you may look the other way.
But we can try to understand,
the New York times effect on man!"
A huge commercial success 
and incredibly impactful on popular culture,
Saturday Night Fever screens more like a documentary 
than Hollywood fiction.
Due largely for the realism,
for each and every one of us who grew up
anywhere in North America in the seventies
can probably identify in some way, shape or form
with one,
if not all of the characters depicted.
In the year 2010,
Saturday Night Fever was selected for preservation
in the United States National Film Registry
by the Library of Congress as being
"culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant".


The trailer for Saturday Night Fever...