ABBA-tastic

I've been critical of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in the past, but this year they are honoring one of the bands that made my middle-school years special, those four flare-legged sirens from Sweden, ABBA. Now some of you may think that Anni-Frid, Benny, Bjorn, and Agnetha aren't very rock and roll. Well, to them I only have this to say:

Honey, honey,

Knowing me, knowing you, does your mother know the name of the game? I wonder, because she should have taught you that the winner takes it all and it’s money, money, money or you meet your Waterloo. Baby, those are the rules for one man, one woman.

I have a dream and you should take a chance on me because you have a hole in your soul that can only be cured by that dancing queen, Nina the pretty ballerina.

So don’t settle for the S.O.S. because I need to thank you for the music. Otherwise, so long and hasta manana, because I dance while the music still goes on, Chiquitita. Watch out because when all is said and done you owe me one.

I could go on and on and on since I am head over heels. Do I want them to gimme gimme gimme some kisses of fire? I do, I do, I do, so I will stay a super trooper because lovers live a little longer.

Sincerely,
Your Fernando

I dare you to click any of those links and not catch the spirit and energy that formed the premiere pop band of the 70s and early 80s. There music is infectious and catchy. They were video pioneers that presented a visual style every bit as bright and flashy as their carefully crafted tunes. Every time I hear one of their songs, I am sent back thirty years to when music to me was fresh and new.