The musical delight ABBA holds a truly special place in my heart. For whatever reason, I have a few very strong memories connected to their music.
My Junior year of high school, while at a dance event (west coast swing, a partner dance), “Dancing Queen” comes on. My good friend and I rush out onto the floor, as we both love the song, and it is the first time we’ve heard it played at any kind of dance event or social. We both crack up at the line referencing the dancing queen’s being 17, as 1) he has just turned 17, 2) he is semi-secretly gay (putting him in a certain category of queens), and 3) he is dancing and is darn good at it. Neither of us had anticipated the line to fit so perfectly until we heard it while on the dance floor. I was overflowing with joy and delight during that dance.
Senior year of high school, I quote the lyrics of “Thank you for the Music” in a letter (possibly for a retreat) to my eventual boyfriend. A huge portion of our friendship/relationship was filled with the beautiful music he created almost constantly, and it brought true bliss to my life in a way nothing else could. (Not that other things can’t bring true bliss, just that that particular kind of bliss was its own kind.)
Studying abroad in Vienna in college, I come home late one night to my shared dorm room, where my roommate is already in bed, sleeping (from what I can tell, anyway). I sit down at my desk to do a few things on my computer (probably check Facebook and e-mails and whatnot), and notice that my roommate is listening to music rather loudly (seeing as I can hear it and all). “Oh cool,” I think, “She likes ABBA, too.” I wonder for a bit, how on Earth she can sleep with the music playing so loudly in her ears. When I am finally about to go to sleep, half-ish an hour or so later, I notice that the music doesn’t seem to be louder near her bed, but quieter. I follow the sound, and discover that my iPod has been blasting the first artist on the list for that past 45-ish minutes. It was difficult not to laugh, though I had really enjoyed listening to the music, even if it wasn’t my roommates choice after all.
So, what beautiful, strong memory will occur next with ABBA, I wonder? 🙂