An ABBA Sunday
31st July 2005
On this final day of the month, I decided(as I did yesterday) to skip the workout in favour of a downloading session at my usual hangout.
And by golly, is it paying off! A video of an ABBA tour in the United States from 1980 that successfully lifted the grey wisps of cloud from a beautiful Sunday.
The speakers really worked their magic on my senses as I was transported back 25 years to a time when life was less threatening and the future seemed brighter than ever.
The pure joy, exhilaration and pleasure in doing what they were transported across the soundwaves to anyone within earshot, and gave me the confidence, albeit evasnescently, to face the dreariness and drabness of contemporary life.
All of a sudden, my investment in this entertainment wonder became worthwhile as I was carried off into the firmament where dreams are plausible and optimism amply justified.
Spontaneously, my solitude became irrelevant to the pleasure I was experiencing.
I immediately understood why millions before me had been moved by this magnetic, angelic singing sensations with their multi-layered voices, as I too was swept into their thrall.
When the concert ended, it was back to life, but a life changed, to a noticeable extent, by my encounter with ABBA.
On this final day of the month, I decided(as I did yesterday) to skip the workout in favour of a downloading session at my usual hangout.
And by golly, is it paying off! A video of an ABBA tour in the United States from 1980 that successfully lifted the grey wisps of cloud from a beautiful Sunday.
The speakers really worked their magic on my senses as I was transported back 25 years to a time when life was less threatening and the future seemed brighter than ever.
The pure joy, exhilaration and pleasure in doing what they were transported across the soundwaves to anyone within earshot, and gave me the confidence, albeit evasnescently, to face the dreariness and drabness of contemporary life.
All of a sudden, my investment in this entertainment wonder became worthwhile as I was carried off into the firmament where dreams are plausible and optimism amply justified.
Spontaneously, my solitude became irrelevant to the pleasure I was experiencing.
I immediately understood why millions before me had been moved by this magnetic, angelic singing sensations with their multi-layered voices, as I too was swept into their thrall.
When the concert ended, it was back to life, but a life changed, to a noticeable extent, by my encounter with ABBA.
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