Here we go. 1976.

[saffronhare]

This is cross-posted on FB, but I didn't want fionnabhar to miss it.

Pretty sure this album actually belonged to my parents (mom, most likely), but I "borrowed" it a whole lot. Had a storyline built in my head to explain what all the songs meant and how they worked in sequence, etc. I always think it's an interesting mark of maturity when one can manage not to feel embarrassed about loving Abba, but maybe I'm full of shit. :)

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[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

>I always think it's an interesting mark of maturity when one can manage not to feel embarrassed about loving Abba, but maybe I'm full of shit.

No, I completely (and seriously) agree. It was when I hit 60 or so that I started liking what I liked and not caring what other people thought. I remember loving "Fernando" when I was living on Long Island in the mid-'70s. Still do, really!

[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

Thanks EVER so much for that. Not that I can talk, really. Mine for 1976 was "Shannon" by Henry Gross. :-)

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

I suspect it's a very teenaged mindset, in which it's vital to define oneself in terms of what one is NOT, by creating boundaries between the self and other. Or something.

"Those people are weird." "I hate that movie; it's stupid."

Stuff like that...I see it in terms of religion, taste in food, sexual preferences, and dozens of other areas. Heaven forbid somebody learns how to make an *I* statement, you know?

We're working with our teens on this right now. :)