“Here At Last…Bee Gees…Live” (1977)

Live albums can be fickle things. Usually, they’re intended as throwaway gifts to keep a band’s fans interested. Sometimes an album fails to capture the excitement of a live performance. Some just fall flat. 1985’s Arena by Duran Duran is one example, which edited out pretty much all of the audience reactions—which is half of why we buy a live record in the first place!

Sometimes, very rarely, a live album can be a game changer. Neil Diamond’s Hot August Night certainly qualifies in that area. Not to mention Frampton Comes Alive, which turned a relatively unknown guitarist named Peter Frampton into a rock god. While not a game changer, Here At Last…Bee Gees…Live was an immensely enjoyable two-record set.

Confession session: I hadn’t heard ANY of the Bee Gees 1960’s hits before this record was handed down to me. How could I, I was five years old in 1969. In the late 1960’s I was focused on the Beatles, and ONLY the Beatles. My earliest awareness of any musical world beyond the Fab Four was Neil Diamond’s single “Sweet Caroline”. To say I’d slept through the 1960’s would be an understatement.

My first awareness of the Bee Gees—brothers Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibb– was their 1970 single “Lonely Days”. That was one of only two songs that had an impact for them in the early 70’s. My brother David bought “Lonely Days”, while I fell for the second one, “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart”, which came out a year later. The fact that they’d had eight hit singles in America before that kind of passed by me. It would be years before they remade themselves as ‘the Kings of Disco’; at least that’s what the media called them.

Shockingly, I still have that album. I had a purge in 1998. It was a very bad year. Basically, my wife and I were separated, temporarily. I was moving out of our apartment and back in with my dad. And I was thinking, why am I carrying all this shit around with me? I didn’t listen to half of it. I pruned my record collection down to a select few, and evidently this was one of them. It’d been passed down to me by David, and I’m glad he did. That’s what we’d do, pass our old records and comic books down to the next sibling. As the youngest I was the frequent recipient of these goodies.

This performance was recorded December 20, 1976, at the Forum in Los Angeles, California, the last concert on their 1976 tour to promote their latest LP, Children of the World. It was a guidebook to who they were as a band, before Saturday Night Fever broke in the fall of 1977. After that they were inescapable, what with their own songs dominating the charts, along with their youngest brother Andy Gibb becoming a pop star in his own right and half the planet covering their songs. You had to be there to know just how big they’d become.

People don’t always realize the Gibb brothers didn’t just write love songs or songs to dance to. A lot of their tunes were absolute heartbreakers. Because those songs were marginally successful, that was the pattern they followed in their early 1970’s LPs. “My World”, “Words”, “Love So Right”, and even “Lonely Days”, if you want to stretch a point, are examples of these.

Very little of these early 70’s material would be found here, probably because it wasn’t the Bee Gees’ better selling periods. Besides the two mentioned singles, only “Run To Me” and “Down The Road” were carried over from that period. After a brief split in 1968 and their reunion in 1970, the boys spent that period trying to find a new direction. Not until they embraced their funky side on Main Course would success come.

I’m afraid I’ve been spoiled. Since this album was the first place where I’d heard most of their early work, I find I prefer the live versions. Live performance was the perfect venue to showcase their strengths, in particular their harmonies and songwriting. Their older songs especially benefited from a live setting, being presented by an older, more seasoned band updating their 1960s sound for a 1970s audience. The horn section was a definite boost, especially on songs like “I Gotta Get A Message To You” and “To Love Somebody”. The audience interaction was always enthusiastic. This may also be the only time I’ve seen Robin a with mustache and beard; I don’t know when he grew that; on the road perhaps.

The show opens with a flourish of horns on “I Gotta Get A Message To You”, and this is the version I prefer. The audience is whistling throughout the performance. Robin and Barry share vocals; Robin taking the first and third verses, and Barry the second. This leads into their most recent heartbreaker, “Love So Right” another example of their gorgeous harmonies.

On “Edge of the Universe” Barry and Ronin’s voices harmonize gorgeously together, followed by “Come On Over”, where Robin is at his most vulnerable. It’s performed in a distinctly country style; it’d been a hit for Olivia Newton-John earlier that same year. Even a lesser-known song such as “Can’t Keep a Good Man Down” moves at a faster tempo, gifted with a killer funky solo three minutes in.

Barry opens the second side of the LP. “We’d like to enter into a medley of some of our older material.” They usually performed such a medley in the middle of their concerts in the 1970s, leading off with their first hit from 1967, “New York Mining Disaster 1941”. This may have been their only 60’s song I was familiar with. It was a haunting song in its original studio version. The acoustic version presented here is even more stark, just the three brothers harmonizing over guitars with a horn as a backdrop.

“Run To Me” and “World” combined seamlessly into one tune. Robin’s voice always had a vulnerable quality ideal to these songs, and he carries most of the tunes in this medley. Indeed, “Holiday”, “I Can’t See Nobody”, “I Started a Joke” and “Massachusetts” blend into each other without a hitch. Cheers rise at the beginning of every verse of “How Do You Mend a Broken Heart”.

“You Should Be Dancing” gets an extended treatment on Side 3, at 9 minutes 22 seconds, the longest track on the LP. The single version and “Jive Talkin’” were additions to the initial release of Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. (Subsequent pressings would substitute this live performance, but the CD reissue would restore the original version.) Barry’s falsetto was still a new thing at this point, and it’s put to fine use here. The middle section settles down into a driving drum beat backed by guitar and horns that must’ve got the audience on the floor. It closes with a bongo drum solo and a last flourish.

The very next tune was one of their weaker disco songs, “Boogie Child”. “Down The Road” from their 1974 album Mr. Natural was energized in this live version, with a much more aggressive vocal delivery. This performance would be pressed as the B-side to their phenomenally successful SNF single “Night Fever” two years later.

Just as a sidebar: I was there in the 70s. I remember the depression gripping America then; we’d just lost in Vietnam, with Watergate, the Arab oil embargo and rampant inflation piled on top of everything else. Some people despised disco, especially partisans of rock music. My view is, after all the troubles we’d endured in the 1970’s, disco was exactly what we needed at that moment to overcome our national malaise.

The fourth and final side presents three tracks from Main Course. “Winds of Change” gets a funky upgrade, leading off with the entire horn section. The song details a man bowed but not broken. “Sometimes a man breaks down, down, down, down, down/ and the good things he’s searching for/ are crushed into the ground”, the message being to not give in, to “feel the winds of change.”

This leads into “Nights on Broadway”, the powerful opening track on Main Course. This tops the original version. This may be the greatest example of shared vocals with Barry and Robin trading lyrics with Maurice adding his falsetto on the chorus. This leads into “Jive Talkin’”, and from there the piano leads into “Lonely Days”, building to a glorious finish. Barry closes with “Thank you! Merry Christmas and good night!”

It’s kind of sad to realize Barry is the only Gibb brother still alive. After the phenomenal success of Saturday Night Fever, apparently their manager Robert Stigwood thought it’d be a great idea to do a motion picture adaptation of the Beatles’ Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, with the Bee Gees as the band and Peter Frampton as Billy Shears. Well, to paraphrase Epstein from Welcome Back, Kotter, “I’ve heard of people bombing, but that was a nuclear explosion!”

That’s okay, their follow-up album Spirits Having Flown was a smash. However, in the backlash against all things disco, their 1981 LP Living Eyes ended their chart success. Their next album wouldn’t be recorded for another eight years, by which time their loyal fans had gotten over their discophobia and the Bee Gees regained their well-earned respectability. Which I’d never lost.

Added to the list

I’d written this a long time ago, obviously judging by the subject matter. I would’ve hoped we’d moved beyond genocide by now; clearly that’s not the case. I’d actually posted a video on YouTube back in 2012, and somehow, ten years later, some moderator decided to delete that video for ‘violent content’. I appealed that decision; however five minutes later they got back to me upholding their decision.

I’m very pissed off by this. None of the images chosen involved beatings, lynchings, rape or any else that might provoke violence. The images of people starving were meant to provoke a response; disgust, disbelief, awareness of what kind of crap is going on in this world. This piece is not meant to advocate violence; it’s a protest against state-sponsored violence.

Well, at the risk of being crude, fuck it. I’m putting it here. Render your own judgement.

darfur, Darfur

loll upon the tongue

join the dreaded list

ethiopia, bangladesh, somalia et al

the poor are always with us

the poor always die continuous

genocide, patricide

racial cleansing aside

how can it be

that there are so many ways to rephrase s singular sin

say it as it is

mass murderers

the armenians in 1915, a million and a half gone

the holocaust of the 1940s, six million to the ovens

the khmer rouge, two million done

the five hundred nations of the native American

why are we so silent in our regard

while the darfurians, one half million so far

are added to the list?

The Lonely Hearts Bar

I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this. Maybe it’s like those spontaneous pieces John Lennon wrote in the 60s that never made any sense. This is a relic from 1992. Enjoy.

Welcome to the Lonely Hearts Bar

Welcome to the house of loons

It ain’t a place you find in the streets

You gotta crawl in-side your twisted mind

Dino just flew in from the tropics

With a frizzy beard and Spidey                                           

[That’s his eight-legged buddy]

Dino says he’s runnin’ for office

An’ Spidey is his runnin’ mate

Dino swings from the chandelier

While Spidey presses the campaign

There he is, hangin’ over the door

Snaggin’ voters in his loopy web

Step on in to the Lonely Hearts Bar

It’s no place like Santos or Martinez

These are the goons you’ll find

Runnin’ in-side your twisted mind

There’s Jumpin’ Jack Slim shooting pool

Thinks he’s a lumberjack in drag

Yes he’s got a heart that’s true

But he’s been D.D.T.’ed too long

Don’t forget the lady in furs

Wears a ragged sable on her neck

Sittin’ on a barstool on the rocks

Drinkin’ rum an’ coke on ice

She comes in day an’ night

To her little circle of friends

Buenos Dias to Alfredo and the maid

An’ the little poodle from her barrio

Welcome to the Lonely Hearts Bar

Come wallow in a Bud with us

We got nothin’ new to show

‘Cept our twisted little minds.

334 Farralone Avenue

I’ve been carrying this around since the late 80s. This was dedicated to the home I grew up in, at least the first home I had a great fondness for. With the excess time off I’ve had due to medical issues I came back to it, with a couple additions. I don’t know if they help or if its crap. I’m just going to throw it out there and let you decide.

Hello old friend, has it been so long

Since I went far away

Those days are still strong

I left very young, yes it’s been a few years

But for the days long past

I can’t shed any tears

Hey old friend, did the grass stain our pants?

It never spawned any weeds

Or a ‘puppy-doo’ dance

[Neighbors’ ladder sliding along side-boards

While my brothers laughed from the second floor window

And the neighbor raised a fist

GI Joes were not for adulation

But burying in the nearest storm drain]

We’d curl up at dawn on that vent in the floor

The grill marked me up

While the others got warm

[Shattered glass backed into unseen

‘cause I didn’t want to wear a shirt

Comic books in sickbed, Man of Steel with a golden key

Curled up on the couch

All four eyes glued to Spider-Man]

We always ran up the stairs, almost beat them to death

Mom never got her sleep

And she’d scream us all deaf

[Weekends on the radio, Casey Kasem counting down

Or EG Marshall with another mystery theater

In the dark we’d listen, my brothers and me

Did they enjoy those shows

Or tolerate them for my sake?]

[Drove past you one fully grown afternoon

To a stranger, remodeled, painted a dingy brown

Defiled]

So long old friend, I don’t think it’s the end

You were too good to me

I hope I come home again.

I Hope My Grandchildren Forgive You

I hope my grandchildren forgive you    

for what you brought on our land  

for the world we leave to them

Forgive the desert that was once California  

the parched land and tongues of ordinary souls  

rationed to a few drips a day  

or will that be a week, who knows?

Forgive the 30 years wasted in deceit and denial  

while simulations became fact

and facts piled on facts  

and opportunities to act became wasted in dithering politics

And to the passing of the Floridas  

while salt of sea infiltrated our children’s drinking supplies  

I fear not for New Orleans, she’ll adapt  

she always does

Forgive us the storms like no other   

coming to a landmark near you   

New York barraged by tides she’ll not soon forget   

Lady Liberty will stand as a beacon still   

even waist deep in the ocean

I certainly hope they can find it in their hearts   

to forgive your cowardice, your avarice,  

your blind blinkered stupidity   

‘Cos God knows I won’t

Perspective

“We’re all in the same boat.”

You hear that a lot as a metaphor to explain away hard times, to buck up and press on, pull yourself up by your bootlaces, as another cliche goes, I must tacitly disagree.

We are NOT all in the same boat. We are all in our own leaking boats, trying desperately to plug the holes with snips off our bootlaces; except after the last 30 to 40 years, our bootlaces have been snipped away to nothing.

A lot of us, too many of us, don’t have ‘boats’ at all. They’re just clinging to a garbage bag that holds all they have in the world. We don’t see them for the most part, try to ignore their existence, and when that becomes too hard, we use our paddles to shove them as far out of our sight as possible.

Some of us are throwing rocks at people in other boats ‘cos they cain’t stand t’ look at their faces: “Mabel, get mah shotgun, that there colored boat is gettin’ too close to us!”

Let’s not forget the yachts blissfully plowing through us, not a care in the world, not even if a passing boat happens to get pulverized by their rudders.

That’s my metaphor, which I think is closer to the truth,