Finally Facing My Waterloo.

It's no secret that I love Abba! Between 1974 and 1977 all I listened to were Elton John, Queen, Heart, Abba, and Disco. The wonder that I am not the homosexual is not lost on me. I've figured out that when The Cars and The Police came around they spoke to me and I then I found myself. And the girls quite fancied my new waviness. I guess that makes me Ducky. So what.

I stood in for my girlfriend last night for "girls movie night out" at Mamma Mia. As much as I love Abba I hate musicals, unless they're Tommy, Hedwig, or RHPS. The little woman had a migraine. Old friends were in town. She really wanted to go but her brain was doing the clampdown. So, I was her proxy. I had a great time.

Mamma Mia was a delight. Wonderfully cast, Meryl Streep is great, scenic locals, great Abba hits and some filler songs that stunk. I thought the interpretations of the songs, the skillful use of lyrical content with plot, and the whole movie felt like The Tempest. Maybe it was the whole Greek thing. Tempest fugit.

I was disappointed with the absence of "Knowing Me, Knowing You." One of the all time best videos, best songs, and best fucking everything. It's usually an open-mic stunner. Still, I got to sing it in the car on the way home.

One more thing, Pierce Brosnan is a singing penis. I don't mean a euphemism for penis, I mean an actual penis. Either that or a really sexy Gordon Lightfoot.

And you couldn't get a better recommendation than that.
Now, sing along to this.


ap - 2008