Thank You For The Music

I was given the opportunity to take in some theatre this weekend. M's Papa scored me a ticket to a performance of Mamma Mia, the ABBA-tastic frolic for young and old alike. I went through this ABBA phase when I was about 17. My parents had listened to it when I was a weeun. At 17 I bought a copy of Gold and enjoyed a year of the unusual juxtaposition of happy Swedish love music with my usual teen tune diet of anything off The Crow Soundtrack. Such a sad little girl I was.

The play was bright and colourful. Not totally my cup of tea, but I am glad I saw it. I did have a good time. It was actually a thought provoking performance. As the middle-aged woman beside me clearly had the best time she's had all year I started pondering what my generation's nostalgia will be. When I'm older and have eventually given in and become what I fear and loathe, what musical revival will make my heart go flippity flop and inject some joy and life into my bland existence?

K, I'm not dealing well with the notion of aging this week.

So I was wondering. Will it be "U2: The Musical" a story about young Irish revoutionaries and the loves of their lives (with all profits going to the Drop the Debt program of course)? Or maybe "Grunge" where the cast shoots up some heroin and we watch them roll around the stage, playing "music" in a drooling haze? I guess I just wonder what it will be that defines my generation. What will my children find "so lame" when I load my oldies onto an itunes playlist? Aside from my foray into ABBA and a peculiar affinity for hip hop, my musical youth was pretty dark, bleak and/or depressing. Do I want that commercialized and packaged up for my shattered 50-year-old self?

I hope not. But at the same time I hope my children never think it's a good idea to take me older self to "Justin & Britney: A story of infatuation, infamy and inflated egos."

Today's sing-a-long: "Voulez-Vous" by ABBA

HRH