Mamma Mia (ABBA)
My first recollection of ABBA was when I was a boy and we lived in Broken Bow. One of my coworkers listened to ABBA. I didn’t know anything about them except they weren’t exactly cool at the time. But, what is this song? I guess it’s a love song. Not really, though. Most love songs are misnomers. They describe not love but lost love, broken love, lust, or something like that. Those aren’t love. Those are when whatever happened went bad and gets called love by mistake. This is why I can’t listen to “love songs” on the radio anymore. Give me the real thing. Give me Jesus. You knew this post was going here. Don’t be surprised.
Anyway, this song makes heartbreak (over and over again, it sounds like) seem like a lot of fun. Why don't I try that? What else can we make sexy and cool? How about eating Tide pods? Whatever kids are doing on TikTok, probably. Crazy kids.
Do you know what I love about this song? Everything! It's that good. Even the original video is good. It came out before I was born (1975), so you know it's old. I thought I would find something to hate about this, but I didn't. It's actually amazing. It makes me glad I have a pretty big monitor (21.5 inches, which isn't even the largest iMac) because I can write and watch the video at the same time. Actually, I can't. I'm too slow to do that, and human brains can't multitask, contrary to popular belief. The vocals are good. The music is varied and cohesive at the same time. It's just fun. I even enjoy the weird outfits. The closeups weird me out a little, but I like to look at teeth anyway so can't complain.
I don't know why I like to look at teeth. I love teeth. I like gums and teeth and smiles. I enjoy Cindy's teeth. I could look at her mouth all day. I was watching a video the other night and I heard a woman talking to her dogs and I thought Cindy was in the room. It freaked me out. I've never in my life heard anyone with a voice like hers. This was the first time. It was perfect. I love Cindy's voice. How did I get way over there? I guess there isn't much else to talk about once I decided I liked this video. I used to listen to a band call ABBA Teens (aka A*Teens), which was like a young and sexy ABBA with pretty boys and girls. Not sure what happened to them, but they just sang ABBA songs and made videos and that's all I knew. It was also fun. This is really pop music. It's thoughtless and fun, no matter what the lyrics say. Do we care about lyrics? No. We want to look at teeth and sing this song.
Wouldn't it have been fun to be alive during the disco era? I mean, to be able to enjoy it. Just one more thing I love about the 70s. I wore a lot of weird outfits in the 70s, too, but I was a toddler, so that's my excuse. I didn't have a mullet, though, at least not like these guys. I've never understood the reasoning for having a mullet, but I will forgive it because these guys created a really cool song. I hope I don't write about any other ABBA songs because I will probably just copy and paste it from here. Joshua gives two thumbs up! What's up next? I have a whole list.
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I said some things that weren't true about Cindy recently. I apologized and repented but still feel bad. It was dumb of me. And disrespectful. I had a weak moment brought on by multiple spiritual attacks, but that's no excuse. I also added the following to my post about a certain Tuesday: Cindy later told me she hasn’t gotten a go-ahead from God to be with anyone. Her life, like mine, is directed by Him. So, I understand her reluctance to say what the future holds.
How can I describe my life right now? It's actually pretty good. You go the direction (okayed by God, of course) you want to go, and when you see a red light up ahead, you don't stop in the middle of the road. By the time you get up there it may be green. Or you sit and wait a minute. Sometimes there are detours. Setbacks and waiting are a part of life. Waiting to be Cindy's friend again is understandable, yet hard. Her priority is doing what God told her to do, and that's raise her children (by herself, no less). She put off having something for herself because God said now is not the time. (I don’t blame her for shying away from me for other reasons, too, as God gave me a good look at myself.) I have the utmost respect for her. Sometimes I can't believe a person like she exists. A person like her? I don't know. I’m not an editor anymore. Nor do I have to think about this situation anymore because it's in God's hands. And that's probably the last time I'll write about that. Something feels different inside me lately. Hard to describe, but something is happening. Perhaps more on that later. Or maybe just more hits from Joshua's Way Back machine. Bring it on!
Feel like a Hallmark movie this Friday night. How about Love on Safari? Sounds perfect. I love safaris and love. Put them together and … I’m sure it is lovely.
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