It’s embarrassing. I’d really rather not have to admit this but I must come clean. I have to confess to this horrid transgression. But, but, be assured, I am ever so ashamed. Well, here goes:
I still own a copy of the “Saturday Night Fever” soundtrack. There was a time when I thought disco was cool—and not in an ironic way. I loved the whole “Saturday Night Fever” thing. I thought the BeeGees were gods and I wanted to dance like John Travolta.
Oh God, this is so embarrassing to admit that even got excited over the movie version of “Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band.” I was that into the BeeGees as a 12 year old. The whole Scene and the thoughts of strutting to “Staying Alive” were always with me. Fortunately my obsession with “Staying Alive” didn’t negate actually staying alive.
Now I realize that 70’s nostalgia is making it all cool again. They have that geeky commercial with those geeky polyester throwbacks being excited over a disco album.
Well, this is one bandwagon that I don’t need to hop on. It was overblown then and I never fully got off the wagon anyway. I never abandoned Kool & the Gang. I really have no need to try to be hip or cool. I just try to be myself. And I’ll admit it, I still think the BeeGees were a good band and they did write some classic songs. It’s still embarrassing to admit. I sometimes want to throw a bag over my head like an ‘80s era New Orleans Saints fan. But I have to admit that even though I feel trepid in this grand confession, it does feel good to get it off my chest. I’m just wondering what my penance will be as I try to atone for this cosmic faux pas.