This guy may be a

gun totin', god fearin', golf club swingin', conservative Republican from Fortucky, but he can still get down with his bad ABBA-lovin' self.


Rock on, Terry. I would've given you the sundae. Or maybe some Swedish meatballs.

So when you're near me

darlin' can 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?

Just be thankful I haven't figured out how to add sound files to the blog. Yet.

It's a sad day for ABBA lovers around the world. We're making Swedish pancakes and drinking vodka and mourning the loss of one of our own. Ola Brunkert, drummer and one of only two musicians who played on every ABBA album, passed away today in his garden. And while his death was a tad bit Spinal Tap-esque, it's a great tragedy nonetheless.

Ola, girls who used to practice their best roller skating moves in bell bottoms to ABBA in their parents' driveway thank you for the music.

I can't decide which piece of news is more traumatic: Ola's death or the fact that ABBA is John McCain's favorite band. Mamma Mia.