the tattler: The Bee Gees.documentary "In our Own Time" release .



Whenever the classic scene from "Saturday Night Fever" suddenly bursts onto a screen - whether at a revival Movie Theater or on the old boob tube(featuring a svelte John Travolta swivelling his hips andgetting down with a flourish ofintoxicating seductive moves on the dance floor at the local Disco) viewers can't help but tap their infantry to the catchy beat of the air as they are magically uplifted to a joyous euphoric high.

Ah, such was the strong king of the song-writer ability of the talented Bee Gees who skyrocketed to fame and fate in the heady 60's and 70's during a novelty era when London was the very heartbeat - and dizzying center - of musical trends, fashion, and style. The Brothers Gibb churned out a bevy of chart-topping hits - not alone for themselves - but for a smattering of celebrated musicals artists as well such as Barbara Streisand, Celine Dion, Dolly Parton, and Kenny Rogers. Now, friends at Eagle Rock Entertainment have informed me that they are releasing a revealing documentary - "In Our Own Time" - which chronicles the personal and professional lives of Maurice, Barry, and Robin. The producer's have promised that the journey will be an insightful thought-provoking one that will ultimately delivery up a comment on thepopular band'sspectacular highs and earth-shattering lows in a topsy-turvy world where performers often dance precariously close to the jaws of an abyss. In addition, the documentary will have an in-depth look at the intrigues surrounding Andy Gibb's untimely demise and his long-standing dream to get a bona-fide Bee Gee alongside his legendary older brothers. Coincidentally, last night as I disposed to pen this post, I stumbled upon the Bee Gees star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame (in face of the Kodak Theatre) which was installed a few days back with the blessings ofanappreciative industry (a hop-and-a-skip away from Michael Jackson's star in front of the Mann's Chinese Theater on the strip). And, ironically, I found myself singing along to a Bee Gee tune the early morning in San Francisco, in Starbucks down at Fisherman's Wharf.I started a laugh That started the all world crying But i didn't see. That the jest was on me I started to cry That started the all world laughing If I'd only seen That the gag was on me I looked at the skies Running my hands over my eyes I fly out of bed And bruise my mind from the things that i said I finally died That started the all world living If I'd only seen That the joke was on meI Started a JokeThe Bee Gees Oh, so dramatic! And, who could leave those falsetto harmonies? If you recall, the Bee Gees facilitated a song-styling rarely used so effectively! The documentary is being released on November 16th (2010). The picture will likewise be spread on A & E on November 20th (2010). In tandem with the broadcast, Mythology - a 4-disc set - will be released by Rhino Entertainment. Can't wait, can you? Maybe if I twist an arm or two at Eagle Rock, they'll offer up some freebies, as they get done in the past. Stay posted, in that event! Later!http://www.thetattler.biz/