The Days and Nights of Abba

Abba as Ski Music?

ABBA

ABBA

Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
It used to be so nice, it used to be so good

So when you’re near me, darling can’t you hear me
S. O. S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S. O. S.
When you’re gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you’re gone
Though I try how can I carry on?

SOS by Abba
As I read those lyrics I flash back to desolate winter nights in Ironwood Michigan. Seems odd, with Abba music seemingly being sunkissed (I don’t recall Momma Mia being set in surroundings with snow, cold, and dark). Why this strange association?

When growing up Abba’s heyday was slightly before my time, when Abba was big on the current charts I was listening to Kiss or not aware of music. I had consigned Abba to the music bins I had for disco and WOMT music. It seems odd older guys set on getting some dinner after a hard day of skiing would always choose to listen to Abba.

In fact, it was not a choice. It was a stuck CD in my brother’s old suburban. For nearly one whole year or two ski seasons my brother’s Greatest Hits of Abba CD was stuck in his CD player. So it was either radio or Abba, so why did we opt for Abba? Who knows, it is all very funny and is causing me to chuckle. Even now, when we are together will talk about this and laugh it up at that.

However, now whenever I hear Abba music I flashback to those dark desolate wintery nights driving around Ironwood, Wakefield, and Bessemer looking for a place to eat. That truck was clunkerized last summer but those memories will be with me till my end. That is one reason I ski.

You seem so far away though you are standing near
You made me feel alive, but something died I fear
I really tried to make it out
I wish I understood
What happened to our love, it used to be so good

So when you’re near me, darling can’t you hear me
S. O. S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S. O. S.
When you’re gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you’re gone
Though I try how can I carry on?

So when you’re near me, darling can’t you hear me
S. O. S.
And the love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S. O. S.
When you’re gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you’re gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
When you’re gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you’re gone
Though I try how can I carry on?

SOS Abba

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