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Voulez-vous

Voulez-vous – ABBA


Oh wait wrong song. But there’s an A-ha in this too.

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Voulez-Vous

Voulez-vous – ABBA

ABBA were such a powerful band. Mastery of songwriting met Agnetha and Anni-Frid’s voices met the production means and know-how to achieve anything they wanted. To be the world’s most perfect pop band. And boy were they. Not perfect in any sense of being better or the best, or even my most favourite, but in their impeccable divination and execution of pop’s rules, traditions and effect. I think this might be my favourite ABBA song. No, wait, it’s Dancing Queen.

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Dum Dum Diddle

Dum dum diddle – ABBA

That’s the sound of the Yamaha GX-1, of which less than ten were ever made, one of which went to Benny Andersson. People are nerds and have traced this very synthesizer as it’s changed owners and the storage units they keep it in, so if you ever wanted to play it you can contact this person. Used here, i think it’s meant to emulate a fiddle chorus in sound. It was from the time when sonic exploration was still mostly bound by imagination and machine capability, but it still sounds incredible. The best way to start a song.

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Me And I

Me and I – ABBA

ABBA were a synthpop band. No they weren’t. Synthpop bands bought all they could afford of amateur/consumer level synthesisers. Benny Andersson played and owned a Yamaha GX-1. Synthpop bands rarely used or needed “real”, acoustic backing instruments. ABBA utilised the synthesiser as another instrument in their orchestra. Still ABBA were not progressive rock, which is where most of those prohibitively expensive nerd instruments ended up. ABBA were a pop band – THE pop band. I wonder, especially with songs like this one, if they were an influence on those early 80’s English bands. Probably, because of their concurrence and the punk roots of the English bands, they were not and were more targets for the kind of hatred differing world views breed on small, crucial, dearly held fields, such as music.

faust

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Voulez-Vous

Voulez-vous – ABBA

DISCO! It’s funny writing these things at night when i don’t have the time to write them in the morning. A thousand other songs pass through my mind over the day – fleetingly, maddeningly, vitally. The original, the one i post, the one i start the day with, is now buried under this whole day’s assiduousness (ha!) or boredom. That song may only last until i have a shower, yet it, being posted here, is meant to stand for the entire day. And until now, when i have to write about it. Oh well. It’s the method i’m sticking with. Bother me in the real world if you want to know at any point during the day which song fills my head. I will bore you at lengths about it.

They live by night

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Honey Honey

Honey honey – ABBA

The last song they sung for which there is a version in Swedish. I read a zine recently where the reader and his mother came to hear ABBA together and while the author enjoyed it, the mother didn’t, saying it sounded “like the end of the everything.” It was one of the most astonishing yet sensible reasons for not liking ABBA: That they make you miserable because pop music has reached this summit as them, both of perfection in technique and execution, and in this summit of ignorance and pretending the world and everything is ok as pop music perpetuates best. This is it. There is nowhere else.

I think my mother and i have had that same conversation. I don’t believe liking or disliking ABBA is up to those who did not live through it. I mean you can have an opinion on them, and be swept up or infuriated by them. Of course you can. But until you’ve been affected by them on more than just an individual, bedroom level, parents and those in their age bracket have the real stake in ABBA. Any argument leveled for or against them is supplemental to those of this older generation.

If i were young when ABBA were a band and not just a left collection of the most wonderful songs ever written and produced; if they were everywhere, if they defined something i was for or against, socially and individually, if i had no choice in them being a part of my life, my opinion of them as it is now would have a lot more colour to it (and would probably be negative). Whether that is a good or a bad thing isn’t important. It’s measure would come about when my child or other younger person expresses their own ABBA opinion and clashes with my own. The woe, consternation, and re-questioning of the world would be all mine, rightfully.

das boot

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When i kissed the teacher – ABBA

Thus begins the trawling through ABBA’s non-gold, non-singles, non-perpetuated through the Mumma Mia soundtrack album tracks. Their other songs. This is as brilliant and encouraging a first step as your ever going to find.

life=sweet

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