I was born in 1968… so by most counts, many would not consider me to have experienced the 1970’s.Â I will grant you that, yes, I was not old enough to participate in the 70’s in the manner many people did, but that does not mean that I did not get something out of them.
My earliest memories are from around 1970… the music, the way it flowed through the house. My mother and father talking, the Television and the reports from Vietnam, which I really did not understand until years later.Â The clothes that people wore, especially my mother in her bell-bottomed jump-suits that she made from paisley print materials in bright yellows, reds and greens.
Most of all I remember the music.Â I can recall the sounds of the Kingston Trio, Jimmy Hendrix, Janice Joplin, Lawerence Welke and too many others to remember.Â But there was one group that really and truely opened my eyes.
After my Mother and I moved to Bakersfield after her and my Father divorced, I went into the mode most children do, and that was to hate the parent you are stuck with.Â This is more common than not and most people that have been through it, will know what I am talking about.Â In addition to playing with the few friends I made, I lived in music.Â I let it become a part of me.Â Saturate me, if you will.Â I got into the habit of memorizing the lyrics and writing in notebooks all the things I thought about the music in addition to the lyrics themselves.Â Unfortunately these books were thrown away or lost through the ravages of time.
One day… and I am not sure when… I was watching TV on a Saturday when KC Casem’s television version of the Top Twenty countdown came on.Â One of the first videos that he showed was from a group I had not yet heard of called ABBA… and the video was to “Knowing me Knowing you”.Â I was in love.Â Not so much with the group itself, but with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, up to that point.Â Agnetha Faltskog.
I was young, not even ten years old, yet here I was, completely smitten with this woman that was on the TV.Â Call it my first crush, if you will, but I had it bad.
Fast forward thrity-three years and here I sit.Â Still watching ABBA videos and listening to their music.Â I have seen the Movie “Mamma Mia” and plan on buying the DVD, I have every CD that is available by them and they are a permanent fixture in both my ipod and zune.Â Yes… in addition to loving my wife maddly, I still carry a little torch for Agnetha.Â She is still a beautiful woman and I would probably, if ever given the chance to meet her, talk like someone had placed twelve marbles in my mouth in a vain attempt to talk to her.Â If I ever had one wish that I would like to have granted, it would be for her and her husband to have dinner with Naty and I someday.
This is why ABBA as a group brings back so many good memories for me.Â I listen to them and I remember that childish love I had way back then.Â Back when I did not even know what love really was.Â Before I was old enough to feel the physical attraction that puberty brings on and completely screws us males teens up with.
I listen to the music and it brings back memories of laying on the floor in the living room, listening to the Hi-Fi on Saturdays after helping clean house… the smell of pledge and floor wax still in the air as I listened to America’s Top Forty.Â Writing in my notebooks the lyrics to every song that they played.
Thank you, Anna-Frid, Benji, Bjorn and especially Agnetha, for the music… and the memories.