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November 29, 2006


The culture.

(Thanks to Chaz Schlueter)


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Dancing Queen
See that scene
On the tambouriiiiine


The "Week in Pictures" picture I got showed a human with what appeared to be bleeding eyes. This seems strangly appropriate for an Abba museum. Except that my ears would also be bleeding.

Ack! Earwig before I go to sleep! *huffs grumpily*

You're welcome, Nurse Tammy. :-D


Do you remember the night we crossed the Rio Grande Fernando?

They were shinning there for you and me for liberty Fernando.

I like that song, but not for the several hours it will take to root it from my brain.

CH, you are on the correct coast for me to exact some revenge... Do not gloat too loudly. It is unsafe.


I saw Mamma Mia (the musical) a few months ago and for any Abba fan - this is a MUST! the music is well..ABBA.


I know Dave can't wait for the Barry Manilow museum. :)

My favorite ABBA song is "Lovelight".

Yes I Mr. saw Metallica in concert 5 times and want to see them again ASAP. Who came of age musicly in Seattle in the early 90s and still worship at the alter of ROCK loves ABBA. Not that there is anything wrong with that.

btw, in case anyone is interested, I posted some pics from last night's book signing. (on another thread)

*twirling around to abba*

see that girl..watch that scene..dig it! the dancing queeeeeeeen

Aaack, Dancing Queen earwig!

Here's something to help y'all get rid of it...

Youre so hot, teasing me
So you're blue but I cant take a chance on a chick like you
That's something I couldnt do
There's that look in your eyes
I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild
Ah, but girl you're only a child

Well I can dance with you honey
If you think its funny
Does your mother know that you're out?

*signs Fernando w/Addicted*

I think they should have an exhibit where you get to feel what it's like to be on stage at Wembley stadium. I know what being in the audience feels like.

DPS-I got the same picture. Yikes.


/adds Sweden to list of places MUST GO before I die...

*snork* @ Kid C

geeez "sings" Fernando

*checking rearview mirror nervously*

Dancing Queen is actually written about the Queen of Sweden, who, if I recall correctly, spoke little or no Swedish, but could dance marvelously.

ABBA is the only bit from the wreckage that is the disco era of music that I can stand to listen to. (The Village People, on the other hand, are well on the other side of that line for me.)

CH - does that mean you're not commenting on previous thread (the one for which we're all going to you-know-where in a handbasket?)

There are other has-been artists in the news today.
But this one is cool.

ahem..CH! I happen to have loved the disco era!!

I'm a Frank Zappa fan. 'Nuf said.

Heh. I am going to Sweden in the spring. But not to see the ABBA museum. I can tolerate them, but I'm not a fan.

THAT'S the way, uh-huh (uh-huh)
I LIKE it, uh-huh (uh-huh)

Need I say more, Siouxie?

HEY!! KC & the Sunshine Band!!

uh huh uh huh!


Get Down Tonight!!

Ok I have to throw this one out there if for no other reason I dont want to be the only person with this song stuck in his head.

Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting HUH

Those Cats were fast as lightning HA

Siouxie, interestingly enough, KC and the Sunshine Band is sorta related to my name blogname, Casey. My real initials are KC and I was around 12 or so when KC & the band became popular. My friends started calling me KC which which was extended to Casey. I was a really good softball player as well so the name Casey is also a loose reference to Casey at bat.

Like you care.

of course I care, casey!

Casey that is my all time favorite poem...

Casey At The Bat
by Ernest L. Thayer

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day,
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.

And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair.
The rest clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast.
They thought, "if only Casey could but get a whack at that.
We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat."

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake;
and the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake.

So upon that stricken multitude, grim melancholy sat;
for there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all.
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball.

And when the dust had lifted,
and men saw what had occurred,
there was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
it rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;

it pounded through on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat;
for Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place,
there was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.

And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
no stranger in the crowd could doubt t'was Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.

Then, while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
and Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.

Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped --
"That ain't my style," said Casey.

"Strike one!" the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
like the beating of the storm waves on a stern and distant shore.

"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand,
and it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity, great Casey's visage shone,
he stilled the rising tumult, he bade the game go on.

He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew,
but Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two!"

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.

They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
and they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate.
He pounds, with cruel violence, his bat upon the plate.

And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
and now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And, somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout,

but there is no joy in Mudville --
mighty Casey has struck out.

Thanks Sx & 24! I guess I'm feeling a little violated with the other Casey posting now!

Sorry but when you mentioned the poem I couldnt resist. But if it is any condolance Disney did a animated short sequel to the poem where Casey finally drove in the winning run in a game.

casey, we all know you're the casey with a c and not a C...but see my other post for my suggestion.

ACK!!!!! And you people hate Barry Manilow?????

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