Driving with Abba

Grabbed Abba Gold on the way out and had it on the old truck stereo, driving to a meeting. Even with the re-adjustments made from some radio settings a while back, the vocals play a little harshly in my left ear; but then that’s the one with the way-worse tinnitus. After a while the sound settles and it’s a pleasure to home-in on a singular element – a gloriously unnecessary flourish that comes with verse two; a flute-like or falling chord of strings you think is going nowhere, but which leads you to the chorus after all. Then Super Trouper: free-roaming sequenced bassline with its tangibly folding notes – low-sprung and fatly ahead of its time in the whole monophonic business of basslines programmed to come. I take or leave the lyrics mainly; marvel at such pop structures instead, and arrive to order the coffees uncertain if any of this ever happened.

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About Stevie Mitchell

I come from a long line of cartoons and beer. I was once peed on by a tiger. Hoping the resultant super-powers are yet to come, cos if these are they, then, grrrr....
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