Let your humour always be good-humour, in the double sense of the phrase: if it comes from a bad humour, it is almost sure to be bad humour. ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827
The rest of us are just Stay'n Alive but I could easily succumb to Saturday Night Fever tomorrow night.
FWIW, Joan Rivers recently got slammed for her Whitney Houston joke in her new book: "I hate Houston ... it's crawling with bugs. Oh, wait, that's Whitney Houston; I'm sorry, my bad."
Tasteless maybe, but much to my wife's dismay I'm always making jokes about dead celebs nearly the minute I hear about 'em.
For instance, when Donna Summer's death was unveiled I started singing Cold Stuff, that went over like a brick. Then of course I had to make cracks about how I guess that was her Last Dance and I sang a chorus of how I heard she died On The Radio and now I'll bet Heaven Knows, and she'll probably want to be buried in MacArthur Park so on and so forth.
Yes, I know it's not pretty, it's a sickness for sure. ;)
I though the Bee Gees were far better in their early days before they went all disco and high pitched. (New York Mining Disaster era).
I was never quite sure if it was Robin or Barry who was singing the screechy high notes, I think they had slightly different warbles. The high pitch sound to me was always difficult to understand, take for instance the song "Tragedy" for years I thought they were singing about diarrhoea I thought the line went "Tragedy, when you loose control of your own *****ole".
There have been some great dead celeb jokes; Elvis and Michael Jackson being the richest vein. My favourite MJ joke was the one about how MJ was a West Ham fan (West Ham are a British football team - the fans favourite song sung on the terraces every week is "I'm forever blowing bubbles")
Awright, how precisely can I date myself? There was a time when, if people spoke of Kennedy being shot, I thought first of Bobby, because that's the one that stood out most vividly. Can't even talk about the day the music died; when the song of that name came out, I had no idea what it referred to. Or even that it referred to anything in real life.
But I will always remember where I was when Harvey Milk was shot.