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After 26 years there is not much that I wouldn't do for my wife. Along with my wife comes the big blessing of her parents. They are wonderful In-Laws. I love them deeply. Also not much I wouldn't do for them.
We struggle in areas of finding entertainment that all of us can enjoy. I usually compromise my tastes for their enjoyment. So when the London's West End brought ABBA Mania to one of our local college campuses I figured how bad can it be? I thought that seeing the joy on my wife and her parents faces could easily overcome any bad memories of the drek I lived through with the original ABBA in the mid 70's. I bought tickets.
We get to the theater and get to our very nice seats. Lights dim, announcer comes out and announces singing and dancing is encouraged. Two things that I loathe in concerts that I actually want to see. Still I am not there for me so I am going to suck it up, smile and work through this in great spirits. The place is sold out.
The curtain rises to three members of the back up band. Out come the ABBA Pretenders. The men looked ridiculous, the two women, better looking than the original group. Both had great legs. There was something off about their dancing. It wasn't bad, but not really good either. It was like watching a train wreck, couldn't take my eyes off it. Ah this was 70's dancing, not what we are used to today. The singing was good and ABBA ish. Is that a good thing? I find myself wanting them to sound like ABBA! Something is very wrong here. Why do I want someone to sound like a group I don't like? Now sounding very ABBA they break into Mama Mia and everyone except me stands up and dances and sings. This is not the time to make a stand, so I reluctantly join them.
The fake Swedish accents that the girls used to banter with the audience was almost more than I could bear. Sounded like feminine Mr. Rodgers from Sweden.
As the show progressed I found myself (Lord help me) tapping my foot. When they did a very credible Fernando I caught myself actually head bobbing! Oh my God, what is happening to meee!!!
Everyone ended up having a good time. And while I would never see them again, so did I.
I have a long trip to Minnesota tomorrow. I will be cranking the hard rock to cleanse my senses.
There, I have confessed. How long does it take to feel better about myself?
We struggle in areas of finding entertainment that all of us can enjoy. I usually compromise my tastes for their enjoyment. So when the London's West End brought ABBA Mania to one of our local college campuses I figured how bad can it be? I thought that seeing the joy on my wife and her parents faces could easily overcome any bad memories of the drek I lived through with the original ABBA in the mid 70's. I bought tickets.
We get to the theater and get to our very nice seats. Lights dim, announcer comes out and announces singing and dancing is encouraged. Two things that I loathe in concerts that I actually want to see. Still I am not there for me so I am going to suck it up, smile and work through this in great spirits. The place is sold out.
The curtain rises to three members of the back up band. Out come the ABBA Pretenders. The men looked ridiculous, the two women, better looking than the original group. Both had great legs. There was something off about their dancing. It wasn't bad, but not really good either. It was like watching a train wreck, couldn't take my eyes off it. Ah this was 70's dancing, not what we are used to today. The singing was good and ABBA ish. Is that a good thing? I find myself wanting them to sound like ABBA! Something is very wrong here. Why do I want someone to sound like a group I don't like? Now sounding very ABBA they break into Mama Mia and everyone except me stands up and dances and sings. This is not the time to make a stand, so I reluctantly join them.
The fake Swedish accents that the girls used to banter with the audience was almost more than I could bear. Sounded like feminine Mr. Rodgers from Sweden.
As the show progressed I found myself (Lord help me) tapping my foot. When they did a very credible Fernando I caught myself actually head bobbing! Oh my God, what is happening to meee!!!
Everyone ended up having a good time. And while I would never see them again, so did I.
I have a long trip to Minnesota tomorrow. I will be cranking the hard rock to cleanse my senses.
There, I have confessed. How long does it take to feel better about myself?
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