I’m out drinking Guinness and crying to bagpipes, so my friend Aranya is here to save the day, and your ears, with a Friday guest song.
Enjoy:
My dad set up millions of soapboxes for me to stand on as a kid. He’d place them subtly, and gaze proudly as I stood upon them and spoke my (his?) gospel. Today, I’m dusting off one of those boxes, reserved for the lack of early Bee Gees hits in mainstream music consciousness. We all know them as the groovy, smooth disco kings - but may I present you with silly, campy knights in shining armor!
This song feels like a warm memory, like a fairy tale sung around a campfire at dusk. But perhaps most importantly, this song forces you to shed your pride and sing the chorus loudly, over and over again.
It’s remained in my heart and eardrums since childhood, and I hope you catch yourself humming along in the days to come.
Thanks for listening,
Aranya