Gonna Sing You My Lovesong
Oh my God, why didn't Spotify exist in 1999-2001? I would have saved so much money, and so much grief! (I just happened to stumble on the Agnetha Fältskog playlist and my entire early teenage years just came flying back. And no, I wasn't 13 years old in 1975.) No, I was a teenager - the most I've ever been one and some of the happiest days of my life (my writing had started to slowly grow - but the anxiety was not there).
When everyone else was fangirling the Spice Girls, every bad boyband on the planet and of course Britney, I was a massive ABBA and Agnetha fan. I haven't written much about it here because it had already ended by the time I started this journal in 2003 but I do have one single written record of it, a small diary I kept for a few weeks in 2000. It's one of the most honest, bubbly and happy things I've ever written, I think, and the years with the ABBA mania were that. I learnt English mainly through this fandom (I never used to call it that, not knowing the word existed, but of course it was) - because of the paradox that while the band was Swedish, the internet was not. I spent my Christmas break when I was 12 translating an article from the 1970s from English to Swedish, so I could read it. I can't understand that I never gave up because my language skills were nowhere near good enough, but I became good friends with the dictionary (I had to buy a new set of Swedish-English dictionaries a few years back, my old ones are falling apart largely because of these years. There are pages of "A" missing and no covers, seriously.) That summer I sat and typed down all their lyrics - it was for a website I was building but never built (typing down lyrics from 1973-80 takes a while). For OCD reasons I couldn't just copy and paste from the official site like probably everyone else did, no I had to write them. And had obsessions about punctation and other sad things in this otherwise happy time, but still. What an amazing way to forcefeed yourself a language - I had to figure out what the words meant, and what they meant in the context. I still remember when I realised that the "if you change your mind" in "Take a Chance On Me" wasn't literal brain surgery, for example!
I had over 500 pictures on my walls - I was so bitter about my fandom being 30 years old and me not having posters and stuff in the magazines. (My pride and joy was a massive print from-some-photo-shoot-I-knew-well-back-then, probably from 1976 and "Dancing Queen" - that I forced Nordiska Museet to sell me for I think 200 SEK. My parents had taken me to the ABBA exhibition they had in 2000 and let me do all the talking with the shop's fairly confused staff, and then we drove it home. Love. And now that I remember it - it has been standing behind a door since 2001 - I am so taking it with me when I move. ETA: it was the single cover of "Dancing Queen/That's Me". Score!)
But thanks to the internet I hunted for scans, of which they were an amazing amount. And I became a good detective - soon I, like any decent fan, could date a picture (year, likely quarter if not month) just by seeing it briefly. I knew the discography of both the group and Agnetha's solo work by heart, you could have woken me up in my sleep in 1999 and asked what the B-side of Mamma Mia was (might have been Crazy World, but it's not 1999 now... ETA: no, Intermezzo No. 1! An instrumental. Damn, that was a difficult one). I also knew a teenage girl-stalker amount about their private lives through the books I read obsessively and own, one bought in London years after the fact - how I would have loved it back in the day, "never before-seen photos" and all! - and had my first tour into fan fiction without even realising it (thankfully, perhaps. Thankfully I only ever wrote a sheet of dates down and have nothing more cringeworthy than my memories of the stuff left). My first original universe grew from my ABBA fantasies - for a long time, the first two-three years of my writing, I always set my stories in Sweden for this reason, I was so used to it. And in to the 1960-70s too. (Thinking about it, I don't think I've seriously worked on anything that didn't have a Sweden connection, apart from my fantasy universe. Amazing.) There was RL shipping too, of course - this was a fandom of two married couples, you know... (and yes, I had a AU version for the divorces. Cringe, I tell you.) I even wrote an essay at school about my Agnetha love and got notes from my (Swedish) teacher that "oh, this was interesting, I had no idea she was married twice/lived in Germany/whatever". I seriously think that essay was a badly disguised fan fic, but let's not dwell on that.
But back to Spotify. It's seriously amazing - I had massive problems with access to the music back in the day. Not to ABBA so much - it's obviously everywhere and in 1999, for the 25th year anniversary of "Waterloo" and the whole ESC shebang there was a lot of compilation records and remastered stuff coming out (my adoration was born a night when I by accident saw what I later learnt was a very hyped British documentary. I watched that thing every single day for several years.) I got all the albums on CD, even though it took some work - I lived in a small town, had no access to Helsinki for large parts of the year and most Swedish webshops refused to ship to Finland in those days. But I had my compilations - I have at least three, all with the same stuff on the of course (there is actually only one "old" Greatest Hits, released as early as 1975 (ETA: I wrote 1976! Bad!) and nowhere near greatest considering that Voulez-Vous or even Arrival hadn't been made yet. This one, which has an awesome cover, was never remastered on CD as far as I know (ETA: apparently is, but with a bad cover) but I have an LP that I more or less stole from Johanna's parents.) Because yes, I have a few LPs - Arrival, The Greatest Hits and Agnetha's Wrap Your Arms Around Me. I don't remember where that one came from but the GH were from either Johanna or my aunt and reversed for Arrival. My parents have none - they were Beatles fans and too old for ABBA in the 70s. Bastards!
I don't have all the new compilations I see now, there have been MANY made (including a TV-Shop awesome set that I somehow never bought), but ABBA Gold was the first, and if it had been an LP it would have broken. Seriously. The cover certainly did (most my CDs, ABBA or not, are. Ahem. Should not step on.)
Favourite song, you might ask?
No idea. Never could say. Between 1973-80 there is too much to choose from; it's at least three different kinds of music. These days when I play ABBA it's almost always either the newest stuff, from Super Trouper or The Visitors, or the extremely old stuff that is bad but has such sentimental value. Back in the day I favoured ABBA (the third album, 1975, "Mamma Mia" and repeat of "S.O.S". ETA: doesn't seem to have been an S.O.S on Waterloo - could have sworn there was! Different releases maybe because I swear that one is on two albums) and Arrival (home of "Fernando" and "Dancing Queen", 1976 or 1977, Spotify says 1977 but my brain says 1976) a lot, probably because this time in their personal lives was the "happiest". 1978-80 got better musically but messier personally and for a shipper and crazy person that was less fun, I guess. I always liked the less well-known songs a lot; that goes for most of Agnetha's stuff, especially the Swedish stuff (1960s schlager), but also for ABBA. Never was a HUGE fan of any of the massive hits, apart from "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" and "Does Your Mother Know?" "Elaine" from... Super Trouper, yes? - remains my go-to fight-anxiety song, and "Crazy World" was sort of the height of romance for my 13-year old self at one point. It's not a good song, but Björn sang it and if I'd been alive in 1975, well. The man had enough fangirls, but there would have been one more.
Voulez-Vous is probably the album I have played the most, and like the most now. Or... hell, I don't know, but it's different from the others before it. As is Super Trouper which always was a favourite too. I don't think either has a single track I don't care for, even if I was never a huge fan of "Chiquitita" (the lyrics were long as hell to type, for one thing!) or "Lovers" on VV. Super Trouper has the epic of epic, "The Winner Takes It All" (screw "Dancing Queen", seriously! Never saw the appeal there.) Arrival is good too - all apart from Ring Ring and Waterloo ("Waterloo" and "S.O.S") are, really. (Those two, on the other hand? HORRID, sort of apart from the title tracks. Nonsense lyrics and just urgh.) Still I listen to many of those early horrible tracks a lot. "Hasta Manana" and "Dance (While the Music Still Goes On)" are played more frequently than say, "Dancing Queen" here. "Lay All Your Love On Me" from Super Trouper is a strong contender for all-time favourite as well. Arrival was probably most often in my portable CD player then (bribe from dad for finishing swimming classes in 1999. He was a smart parent), but I made mixed tapes from the LPs a lot too and some of the songs I've listened to tonight I last heard on those tapes.
There are Spanish, Swedish and German recordings too - always hated the Swedish ones ("Honey Honey", "Waterloo", "Ring Ring" - which is avaliable in all four and bad in all - "S.O.S" and "Fernando"). Just found the Spanish album on Spotify so excuse me (think I only ever heard "Gimme!" in Spanish, but there is an album that largely is the entire Voulez-Vous album, I think.) The German ones are sort of fun - not as much cringe as the Swedish at least, more kitschy. The translation of songs was massively en vogue here then - you don't want to hear the Finnish versions of most hit songs from the era. Promise, you don't. (Except for "You Don't Have To Say You Love Me", that one is prettier as "Ei koskaan".)
In a way, it was surreal: I was living like it was 1976 or so, and while I of course knew about their current lives and there were pictures and stuff, I never much looked past the 70s. This is probably especially why they so fast became almost fictional characters - they didn't even look like "themselves" any more! It was easy to dream.
I had the videos, too - ABBA was first with music videos in case you didn't know that. "Knowing Me, Knowing You" is the prettiest one, "The Name of the Game" the most stalker-friendly since it was filmed in the Fältskog-Ulvaeus kitchen (low-budget, what low-budget?) Lasse Hallström directed most of them, for the movie buffs. Most of the really big hits have videos, but most are nothing special, often concert films. "Take a Chance..." actually has a dance sequence of sorts, though.
I have never seen ABBA: The Movie because while it was available on video, dad refused to buy it online with his credit card in 2000. I don't think we've ever fought like over that, and mum almost begged him to just do it, but he never did. I'm sort of proud of him for that (and the film is rotten, what I've seen of it - duh, obviously. But it would have been awesome at the time.)
Then there were the clothes, of course. I have a t-shirt with the cat print of the Mamma Mia era and also sewed a costume like that for myself (it's the simplest of theirs). Agnetha's of course, the blue one. And I bought a pair of vintage (without knowing the word) white platform sandals. In Russian, in a second-hand shop here - luckily I had a translator available in Irina.
I always dreamed of seeing a concert - I did once (fifty times) on video, a recording from 1979, but of course never live (would have wanted a 1977 one, for aforementioned "happiness" reasons. 1979 was better, but way personally messy.) But there was some sort of tribute concert here in 2000, and that was almost as good - even my reluctant dad loved it.
There was always the ABBA obsession, but rather soon the Agnetha solo career one joined and at times, I think it was stronger. Her old music was not good - Swedish or any sort of schlager from the 1960s rarely is, not to fill entire albums anyway though there are gems - but I just loved it all. Her. Like so many did back in the 70s too, but I don't know what it was - why. It just was. I wanted to create a website about her too and eventually ran the fanlisting for a while in 2004 or so, as a sort of thank you. Seeing her playlist on Spotify, with the album covers - covers I so coveted because they were SO difficult to come by, these not having been remastered then and only available on LP. God, just seeing them makes me remember how happy I was the day I found a high res version of these, and how I had an entire collection of the covers. I had so many photos - more than the 500 I had on the wall (made dad buy a colour printer - he resisted that too for over a year or so until he caved). It started with a small collection, by 2001 or maybe 2002 when they came down, I didn't have much wallpaper left. And let it be noted that these were not posters and many only A4 sized. I had a LOT of prints. But yes - prints, and also photos, that I of course went and deleted once I got fed up. Do I hate that right now? Er, yes, especially since most of the sites I got the scans from are gone and they are probably impossible to come by now, unless there is some new massive site up, which is very possible. Visited one of my old Agnetha sites briefly only to find the same design as in 2001 - but with a link to YouTube now. That threw me, seriously - what effing YouTube?! That doesn't belong! LOL.
I still have the paper copies, the ones I had on the wall. In a box. Never could throw them out. I think I know who is going to look at those tomorrow.
I miss this time, sort of. Or - I do. In a way it was lonely - of course I had no local fans my age and there were not nearly as much social media then, and my English wasn't good enough. But I did torture my friends, just ask Johanna how many pictures she's hung and moved - but I do think she liked it as well, most of the time. She was along for my projects sometimes, but has never had the same fandom soul as I do. But it was so amazing - I've never had a music fandom since but it was certainly different from books and TV. More portable! I tried to get back in several times but like all my dead fandoms since - soaps, ER and in a way HP - that one will never die entirely, but it's obviously different now than in 2007, it never works. I have never been able to force myself to feel the same excitement again once it's died - it's like a relationship that just is over. I don't read much HP fic anymore (still only write that, though - but I read GG. There has always been a long distance between reading and writing for me, and I basically stop reading once I start writing.), and I don't want to live in 1977 anymore, and while I still have my ER icons and luby mood theme (that isn't even viewable in many layouts) - that's mostly a memory too. But nothing will ever be like those ABBA years - for all my lack of experience of love in the real world, this is really my first love and I remember it like that. It was also my entry into English, the internet, web design, fan fiction, writing in general and fandom. Need I go on why ABBA and Agnetha covers from the 1970s make my heart skip a beat?
Oh, and you know one track I never liked? The blasted "Thank You For the Music". Jesus Christ, the song that made a million puns and bad final lines. Therefore it is not the title of this post, but rather a non-gem from Waterloo. So.
When everyone else was fangirling the Spice Girls, every bad boyband on the planet and of course Britney, I was a massive ABBA and Agnetha fan. I haven't written much about it here because it had already ended by the time I started this journal in 2003 but I do have one single written record of it, a small diary I kept for a few weeks in 2000. It's one of the most honest, bubbly and happy things I've ever written, I think, and the years with the ABBA mania were that. I learnt English mainly through this fandom (I never used to call it that, not knowing the word existed, but of course it was) - because of the paradox that while the band was Swedish, the internet was not. I spent my Christmas break when I was 12 translating an article from the 1970s from English to Swedish, so I could read it. I can't understand that I never gave up because my language skills were nowhere near good enough, but I became good friends with the dictionary (I had to buy a new set of Swedish-English dictionaries a few years back, my old ones are falling apart largely because of these years. There are pages of "A" missing and no covers, seriously.) That summer I sat and typed down all their lyrics - it was for a website I was building but never built (typing down lyrics from 1973-80 takes a while). For OCD reasons I couldn't just copy and paste from the official site like probably everyone else did, no I had to write them. And had obsessions about punctation and other sad things in this otherwise happy time, but still. What an amazing way to forcefeed yourself a language - I had to figure out what the words meant, and what they meant in the context. I still remember when I realised that the "if you change your mind" in "Take a Chance On Me" wasn't literal brain surgery, for example!
I had over 500 pictures on my walls - I was so bitter about my fandom being 30 years old and me not having posters and stuff in the magazines. (My pride and joy was a massive print from-some-photo-shoot-I-knew-well-back-then, probably from 1976 and "Dancing Queen" - that I forced Nordiska Museet to sell me for I think 200 SEK. My parents had taken me to the ABBA exhibition they had in 2000 and let me do all the talking with the shop's fairly confused staff, and then we drove it home. Love. And now that I remember it - it has been standing behind a door since 2001 - I am so taking it with me when I move. ETA: it was the single cover of "Dancing Queen/That's Me". Score!)
But thanks to the internet I hunted for scans, of which they were an amazing amount. And I became a good detective - soon I, like any decent fan, could date a picture (year, likely quarter if not month) just by seeing it briefly. I knew the discography of both the group and Agnetha's solo work by heart, you could have woken me up in my sleep in 1999 and asked what the B-side of Mamma Mia was (might have been Crazy World, but it's not 1999 now... ETA: no, Intermezzo No. 1! An instrumental. Damn, that was a difficult one). I also knew a teenage girl-stalker amount about their private lives through the books I read obsessively and own, one bought in London years after the fact - how I would have loved it back in the day, "never before-seen photos" and all! - and had my first tour into fan fiction without even realising it (thankfully, perhaps. Thankfully I only ever wrote a sheet of dates down and have nothing more cringeworthy than my memories of the stuff left). My first original universe grew from my ABBA fantasies - for a long time, the first two-three years of my writing, I always set my stories in Sweden for this reason, I was so used to it. And in to the 1960-70s too. (Thinking about it, I don't think I've seriously worked on anything that didn't have a Sweden connection, apart from my fantasy universe. Amazing.) There was RL shipping too, of course - this was a fandom of two married couples, you know... (and yes, I had a AU version for the divorces. Cringe, I tell you.) I even wrote an essay at school about my Agnetha love and got notes from my (Swedish) teacher that "oh, this was interesting, I had no idea she was married twice/lived in Germany/whatever". I seriously think that essay was a badly disguised fan fic, but let's not dwell on that.
But back to Spotify. It's seriously amazing - I had massive problems with access to the music back in the day. Not to ABBA so much - it's obviously everywhere and in 1999, for the 25th year anniversary of "Waterloo" and the whole ESC shebang there was a lot of compilation records and remastered stuff coming out (my adoration was born a night when I by accident saw what I later learnt was a very hyped British documentary. I watched that thing every single day for several years.) I got all the albums on CD, even though it took some work - I lived in a small town, had no access to Helsinki for large parts of the year and most Swedish webshops refused to ship to Finland in those days. But I had my compilations - I have at least three, all with the same stuff on the of course (there is actually only one "old" Greatest Hits, released as early as 1975 (ETA: I wrote 1976! Bad!) and nowhere near greatest considering that Voulez-Vous or even Arrival hadn't been made yet. This one, which has an awesome cover, was never remastered on CD as far as I know (ETA: apparently is, but with a bad cover) but I have an LP that I more or less stole from Johanna's parents.) Because yes, I have a few LPs - Arrival, The Greatest Hits and Agnetha's Wrap Your Arms Around Me. I don't remember where that one came from but the GH were from either Johanna or my aunt and reversed for Arrival. My parents have none - they were Beatles fans and too old for ABBA in the 70s. Bastards!
I don't have all the new compilations I see now, there have been MANY made (including a TV-Shop awesome set that I somehow never bought), but ABBA Gold was the first, and if it had been an LP it would have broken. Seriously. The cover certainly did (most my CDs, ABBA or not, are. Ahem. Should not step on.)
Favourite song, you might ask?
No idea. Never could say. Between 1973-80 there is too much to choose from; it's at least three different kinds of music. These days when I play ABBA it's almost always either the newest stuff, from Super Trouper or The Visitors, or the extremely old stuff that is bad but has such sentimental value. Back in the day I favoured ABBA (the third album, 1975, "Mamma Mia" and repeat of "S.O.S". ETA: doesn't seem to have been an S.O.S on Waterloo - could have sworn there was! Different releases maybe because I swear that one is on two albums) and Arrival (home of "Fernando" and "Dancing Queen", 1976 or 1977, Spotify says 1977 but my brain says 1976) a lot, probably because this time in their personal lives was the "happiest". 1978-80 got better musically but messier personally and for a shipper and crazy person that was less fun, I guess. I always liked the less well-known songs a lot; that goes for most of Agnetha's stuff, especially the Swedish stuff (1960s schlager), but also for ABBA. Never was a HUGE fan of any of the massive hits, apart from "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" and "Does Your Mother Know?" "Elaine" from... Super Trouper, yes? - remains my go-to fight-anxiety song, and "Crazy World" was sort of the height of romance for my 13-year old self at one point. It's not a good song, but Björn sang it and if I'd been alive in 1975, well. The man had enough fangirls, but there would have been one more.
Voulez-Vous is probably the album I have played the most, and like the most now. Or... hell, I don't know, but it's different from the others before it. As is Super Trouper which always was a favourite too. I don't think either has a single track I don't care for, even if I was never a huge fan of "Chiquitita" (the lyrics were long as hell to type, for one thing!) or "Lovers" on VV. Super Trouper has the epic of epic, "The Winner Takes It All" (screw "Dancing Queen", seriously! Never saw the appeal there.) Arrival is good too - all apart from Ring Ring and Waterloo ("Waterloo" and "S.O.S") are, really. (Those two, on the other hand? HORRID, sort of apart from the title tracks. Nonsense lyrics and just urgh.) Still I listen to many of those early horrible tracks a lot. "Hasta Manana" and "Dance (While the Music Still Goes On)" are played more frequently than say, "Dancing Queen" here. "Lay All Your Love On Me" from Super Trouper is a strong contender for all-time favourite as well. Arrival was probably most often in my portable CD player then (bribe from dad for finishing swimming classes in 1999. He was a smart parent), but I made mixed tapes from the LPs a lot too and some of the songs I've listened to tonight I last heard on those tapes.
There are Spanish, Swedish and German recordings too - always hated the Swedish ones ("Honey Honey", "Waterloo", "Ring Ring" - which is avaliable in all four and bad in all - "S.O.S" and "Fernando"). Just found the Spanish album on Spotify so excuse me (think I only ever heard "Gimme!" in Spanish, but there is an album that largely is the entire Voulez-Vous album, I think.) The German ones are sort of fun - not as much cringe as the Swedish at least, more kitschy. The translation of songs was massively en vogue here then - you don't want to hear the Finnish versions of most hit songs from the era. Promise, you don't. (Except for "You Don't Have To Say You Love Me", that one is prettier as "Ei koskaan".)
In a way, it was surreal: I was living like it was 1976 or so, and while I of course knew about their current lives and there were pictures and stuff, I never much looked past the 70s. This is probably especially why they so fast became almost fictional characters - they didn't even look like "themselves" any more! It was easy to dream.
I had the videos, too - ABBA was first with music videos in case you didn't know that. "Knowing Me, Knowing You" is the prettiest one, "The Name of the Game" the most stalker-friendly since it was filmed in the Fältskog-Ulvaeus kitchen (low-budget, what low-budget?) Lasse Hallström directed most of them, for the movie buffs. Most of the really big hits have videos, but most are nothing special, often concert films. "Take a Chance..." actually has a dance sequence of sorts, though.
I have never seen ABBA: The Movie because while it was available on video, dad refused to buy it online with his credit card in 2000. I don't think we've ever fought like over that, and mum almost begged him to just do it, but he never did. I'm sort of proud of him for that (and the film is rotten, what I've seen of it - duh, obviously. But it would have been awesome at the time.)
Then there were the clothes, of course. I have a t-shirt with the cat print of the Mamma Mia era and also sewed a costume like that for myself (it's the simplest of theirs). Agnetha's of course, the blue one. And I bought a pair of vintage (without knowing the word) white platform sandals. In Russian, in a second-hand shop here - luckily I had a translator available in Irina.
I always dreamed of seeing a concert - I did once (fifty times) on video, a recording from 1979, but of course never live (would have wanted a 1977 one, for aforementioned "happiness" reasons. 1979 was better, but way personally messy.) But there was some sort of tribute concert here in 2000, and that was almost as good - even my reluctant dad loved it.
There was always the ABBA obsession, but rather soon the Agnetha solo career one joined and at times, I think it was stronger. Her old music was not good - Swedish or any sort of schlager from the 1960s rarely is, not to fill entire albums anyway though there are gems - but I just loved it all. Her. Like so many did back in the 70s too, but I don't know what it was - why. It just was. I wanted to create a website about her too and eventually ran the fanlisting for a while in 2004 or so, as a sort of thank you. Seeing her playlist on Spotify, with the album covers - covers I so coveted because they were SO difficult to come by, these not having been remastered then and only available on LP. God, just seeing them makes me remember how happy I was the day I found a high res version of these, and how I had an entire collection of the covers. I had so many photos - more than the 500 I had on the wall (made dad buy a colour printer - he resisted that too for over a year or so until he caved). It started with a small collection, by 2001 or maybe 2002 when they came down, I didn't have much wallpaper left. And let it be noted that these were not posters and many only A4 sized. I had a LOT of prints. But yes - prints, and also photos, that I of course went and deleted once I got fed up. Do I hate that right now? Er, yes, especially since most of the sites I got the scans from are gone and they are probably impossible to come by now, unless there is some new massive site up, which is very possible. Visited one of my old Agnetha sites briefly only to find the same design as in 2001 - but with a link to YouTube now. That threw me, seriously - what effing YouTube?! That doesn't belong! LOL.
I still have the paper copies, the ones I had on the wall. In a box. Never could throw them out. I think I know who is going to look at those tomorrow.
I miss this time, sort of. Or - I do. In a way it was lonely - of course I had no local fans my age and there were not nearly as much social media then, and my English wasn't good enough. But I did torture my friends, just ask Johanna how many pictures she's hung and moved - but I do think she liked it as well, most of the time. She was along for my projects sometimes, but has never had the same fandom soul as I do. But it was so amazing - I've never had a music fandom since but it was certainly different from books and TV. More portable! I tried to get back in several times but like all my dead fandoms since - soaps, ER and in a way HP - that one will never die entirely, but it's obviously different now than in 2007, it never works. I have never been able to force myself to feel the same excitement again once it's died - it's like a relationship that just is over. I don't read much HP fic anymore (still only write that, though - but I read GG. There has always been a long distance between reading and writing for me, and I basically stop reading once I start writing.), and I don't want to live in 1977 anymore, and while I still have my ER icons and luby mood theme (that isn't even viewable in many layouts) - that's mostly a memory too. But nothing will ever be like those ABBA years - for all my lack of experience of love in the real world, this is really my first love and I remember it like that. It was also my entry into English, the internet, web design, fan fiction, writing in general and fandom. Need I go on why ABBA and Agnetha covers from the 1970s make my heart skip a beat?
Oh, and you know one track I never liked? The blasted "Thank You For the Music". Jesus Christ, the song that made a million puns and bad final lines. Therefore it is not the title of this post, but rather a non-gem from Waterloo. So.