Don't judge me. It showed up in the dollar bin, and it was in pretty good shape and over the years my appreciation for their stuff has actually surprised me. Unless you were a hardcore fan who thought they'd jumped the shark on an ironing board after their initial run in the '60s this collection was all you'd ever need. When I was living through disco hell first hand in real time a lot of what was passing for music just seemed so basic and lifeless. Oh sure it had a beat, it had to have a beat so you could zombie dance as you jerked from one foot to another and occasionally moved your arms. Of course there were always a few who knew a few moves and expected you and everyone else to form a circle and clap for them. Then there was the stuff by the Bee Gees. There was nothing basic or simple about their arrangements. Even then I secretly liked a lot of what I heard. You had to give a nod to good when you heard it. They were next level, and they knew it ... and for a few sh...
A place where I just blather on about shit that I either miss, or am excited about. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally really don't know what I'm talking about. Sometimes I do. Sometimes this is like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the video ... mostly though it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget