James Lileks likes the Bee Gees, which has apparently drawn him national scorn. All I know is the mere fact that I “get” this makes me feel old:

Are the BeeGees good, then? Sure. Some of their stuff, anyway. I can do without most of the songs t on the greatest hits disk. I usually don’t like the hyperventilating castrati sound – Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, for example. Guys, listen – if you’re going to sing a song called “Walk Like A Man,†don’t sound as though you’ve had your testes kicked so hard they bounced off your diaphragm. “Stayin’ Alive,†however, is a great song. It may come from a genre that pumped out more dreck than the CB-radio story-song craze; it may bring back painful memories of John Travolta using his walk in such a way as to inform spectators that he is a woman’s man, and hence has no time to talk. But that hook holds up.

Sadly, I remember it well.