R.I.P. Robin Gibb: One of the Golden Voices of Disco Dies at 62

Robin Gibb, left, with his brothers in the Bee Gees.
It doesn't happen very often, but now and then a song or album comes along that perfectly captures the mood of a historical moment and embeds itself into the consciousness of a generation. It happened with for the Beatles with Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band in 1967, and it happened for the Bee Gees in 1977 when they appeared on the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack.
The amazing success of Saturday Night Fever created an almost immediate backlash in some quarters, but in the late-'70s, the life affirming exuberance of "Stayin' Alive" and "Night Fever" created a rush that was more powerful, and longer lasting, than a line of cocaine. Money was plentiful. Everybody seemed to have plenty of leisure time (not to mention leisure suits), and middle class white men and women all across America were dancing to the Bee Gees. Guys were grooming themselves and preening, the women looked as good as always, and the hippie ethos had seeped into the consciousness of Middle America. Dancing wasn't just for gays and black people anymore. White folks were having fun and dancing the night away -- even dancing down the streets in broad daylight -- and the Bee Gees were always there, inescapable, pumping up the party with their anthemic songs and heavenly vocals.






































