Bravo (a cable movie channel) is running profiles of big stars of the 70's. I just watched an hour on ABBA. Man, that was great. I adore ABBA. I always did. I have all their albums. I think they were the most perfect pop band ever, and I love a finely crafted, beautifully produced pop song. I used to have to defend my choice, especially when everyone else was listening to Kraftwerk and Styx and Joy Division. Now I'm well over expecting anyone else to appreciate the same music I do.
I have been checking out a lot of new diaries lately. I haven't felt compelled to bookmark any of them except plaintive wail which (who?) has just agreed to join Archipelago. There are a lot of competent writers with acceptable and sometimes great HTML and graphics skills, but there aren't many compelling writers. I can't be bothered to read the tedious details of someone's life if they can't give me a voyeuristic frisson. I provide very few, myself. Let me see, what hideous dark secret could I reveal?
Oh, wait, I already admitted to my thing for ABBA. That's enough for one entry.
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