Back in the day I bought one ABBA album, and it was their 1981 swansong (okay, they've since released Voyage , but it's after their best before date so I'm not counting it, even though I bought it) The Visitors and for me that was enough. Of course I'd end up with a couple of best of CDs and a few of their other albums. Then my daughter went through her Mamma Mia phase and a decade later we had to watch Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again which had stretched things pretty thin as I thought they'd more or less used up their best songs in the first one, that and it looked like Cher would break if she moved too quickly. I never really went through an anti-ABBA phase and I liked a lot of their songs - but I didn't go out of my way to broadcast this to my friends. Apparently they were often categorized as disco, but they were just vanilla pop that didn't offend your parents. However, as I'm listening to this my wife yells downstairs, "Honey, are you on a disco...
A place where I just blather on about shit that I either miss, or am excited about. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally really don't know what I'm talking about. Sometimes I do. Sometimes this is like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the video ... mostly though it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget