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Mamma Mia… How can I resist (laughing at and yet loving) you?

29 Sep

At times, events transpire in a manner that is beyond one’s understanding!

I was fooling around with a new layout and widgets, when I added some of the ones you’ll observe on my sidebar. One such is titled “Outgoing Traffic” though I doubt that’s what it is limited to. But whatever be the basis on which it is determined, fact remains that I cannot understand where those links popped up from, but one of them point to the parody that I have reproduced below, and I do not know what connection it has with my blog for it to land up in that widget. Do check out this video.

 

ABBA’s videos were always a matter of great humour! They’re all quite quite ridiculous. I used to love their music, jumped at the prospect of catching their videos on TV, but always hoped it would be in privacy because I would be ashamed of watching such silly sequences on the Telly, especially in front of my sister, who spared no opportunity to mock at me.

 

Abba’s bathrobe costumes, jazzy lights, crisscross positions… Were they fads? Or did they choose them in a fit of madness? Or do Swedish people have poor taste?

Whatever be the root, it has certainly left us behind with a selection of ridiculous videos!

 

Another rather disquieting fact is that several videos of theirs on sensitive issues of break-up, like “Knowing Me, Knowing You” and “The Winner Takes it All” followed soon after their divorces. Both videos seemed to be rather blunt in their portrayal of anguish between the members. How could they find it in themselves to make an open affair of their love lives? Did they actually hope to cash in on the tragedies of their personal lives? It simply doesn’t make any sense!

Honestly, I don’t know why one needs to parody Abba, since the originals are such a riot themselves!

 

Update 3

Oh my GOD! There was a full-fledged Abba-reunion and I didn’t even get to know!!!

 

Update 4

Edited title to add “and yet loving”. It is now 4 pages long.

Mamma Mia … How can I resist you?

24 Sep

Okay, I started writing this post this morning, but didn’t post it until now. I suppose it was for a purpose. Which is that I was supposed to append this paragraph that you’re reading now. How can I resist what? Dear Old Ramby! He did an awful vanishing act for so many days, it is absolutely unacceptable! He doesn’t realise that people actually need him around to cheer them up. The selfish bastard! Shame on you, Ramby! How can I or anyone else resist you?

Now for what I began writing this morning…

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All through my “Abba” phase, my sister would mock me over my liking for their music. It was through the ages of 12 to 14, maybe. It started with one old album that I borrowed from Alika in the 7th Grade (which turned out to be a really old cover album), followed by the purchase of (Abba) Gold (and my purchasing tapes back then was a big thing!)

After I bought Gold, there was no looking back really! The music… I began to consider as divine. Till today, I remember the words to almost every track with reasonable accuracy. The melodies are imprinted on my mind! I’ve been tempted on many accounts to walk up in a Karaoke and put a track by Abba on play, while I sing along. But I don’t want to “come out” in that fashion to a large group of strangers, so I suppose it would be better to avoid it!

But with the release of Mamma Mia and all recently (which I haven’t exactly watched yet), Hagatha told me that she’d downloaded the soundtrack. I was shocked to know that not only were all the tracks covers by the actors in the film, she had also never heard the originals… and that means I’ll be the one making her listen to them! However, I retrieved a copy of the soundtrack, and am now revisiting those good old days when all I wanted to do was come back home from school and hum along with some Abba track. That even when Alika and I had a HUGE fight of sorts, she rang me up and said that she wanted to express her feelings to me through a song, and then played “Knowing Me, Knowing You” from the tape she had borrowed from me, using her walkman, and transmitted it over the phone to me. That I would choreograph an entire dance sequence to “Voulez Vous” in my head. That I would have vivid recollections of Campfires while listening to “Chiquitita”, or imagine myself headbanging to the dramatic drums right at the end of that track. That I would get super-duper excited when the school choir learned and began to sing “Super Trouper” and how I wished I was amongst them. That I would listen to “The Winner Takes it All” or “Angel Eyes” when I was depressed.

Yes, I remember all those moments I spent alone in my room, as Abba’s music engulfed the atmosphere around me, and with each and every track, I associated a memory of childhood. And those songs are all that are left that can take me back to those days, because besides them… there isn’t really much left to revisit.