While the very concept of the “Tribute” album has over the years become quite a scary one, the Beatle Tribute can strike downright terror into the hearts of any who still value their sensibilities, let alone that hitherto-durable 214-song catalog. Yes, as far back as William Shatner’s 1968 stab at “Lucy In The Sky,” John, Paul, George and even Ringo have had their melodic legacies sliced, diced, half-baked, botched and certainly butchered by those both well-meaning and, well, just plain mean. Truth to tell, these days I find it increasingly hard to sit through that Bee Gee/Frampton Sgt. Pepper movie even with tongue deep in-cheek. Continue reading →
2010 marked the 50th (!!) anniversary of the Bee Gees’ career as fully professional all-singing, all-playing musicians, songwriters, and performers.
This January 12 marks eight years since self-styled “man in the middle” Maurice Gibb’s tragic passing. And in this new year of 2011, remaining Gibbs Barry and Robin are actually threatening to continue recording, and perhaps even tour the globe, beneath the hitherto-mighty Bee Gee moniker.
This is a proposition I frankly find quite incomprehensible to fathom, let alone purchase three-figure tickets to witness in person. Though with Messrs. Pete and Roger insisting on conducting business both on stage and off as [sic?] “The Who,” I do suppose anything is possible (if not exactly practical and/or ethical). Continue reading →
John Entwistle. George Harrison… So how come it’s always the utterly coolest-by-far members of some of our favorite bands who seem to depart far, far too soon?
And can it really be seven years of lonely days, lonely nights already since Maurice Gibb of the Bee Gees went truly horizontal on us as well? Indeed, like Messrs. Entwistle and Harrison, Maurice in many ways did appear to be “the quiet one” amongst his musical company, but really only to those who weren’t listening closely enough.