Nothing seemed just right -- until, one overhung morning, there it was, a story about some guy in Sweden who is planning ... wait for it ... an ABBA museum!
December 31, 2006 (Press Release) --
"Do it again, Scurry," the boss said. "Sum up the whole year for us." Well, I've got to pay for my rum somehow. I tried to think about 2006, but kept straying to more distinguished years. You know, when you think about human history in a certain way, it doesn't seem half bad: philosophy, mathematics, medical science, cathedrals, great art, engineering, Claudia Schiffer ... but then I considered that the whole great sweep of human experience, the entire arc of history, has led up to ... Borat, TomKat, the Iraq war, a new Rocky movie and starlets going commando.
But what I get the big bucks for (hollow laugh) is identifying one all-encapsulating icon of the year. So I got to it: Afghanistan? Melting ice caps? Darfur? Paris Hilton? Those were all too horrible to consider. So I thought about Kevin Federline: Could this be the Year of the Useless Himbo? Yuck.
I thought about J.T. Leroy and James Frey: Could this be the Year of the Faux Memoir? Not quite.
I thought about that soccer player head-butting the other one in that World Cup thing in Europe. Nope, too soccer-y.
Nothing seemed just right -- until, one overhung morning, there it was, a story about some guy in Sweden who is planning ... wait for it ... an ABBA museum! This is perfect metaphor for our times. Previous generations of Western civilization created the Louvre, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Hermitage. And now our generation is creating, for generations yet unborn, the most profound statement of which we are capable. It will open in Stockholm, in 2008. It will -- of course -- be "interactive" (until the little computer gizmos break, say on day four). And it will be unashamedly "dedicated to the music, clothing and history of the legendary Swedish pop group and its four members."
Source: http://www.msn.com
But what I get the big bucks for (hollow laugh) is identifying one all-encapsulating icon of the year. So I got to it: Afghanistan? Melting ice caps? Darfur? Paris Hilton? Those were all too horrible to consider. So I thought about Kevin Federline: Could this be the Year of the Useless Himbo? Yuck.
I thought about J.T. Leroy and James Frey: Could this be the Year of the Faux Memoir? Not quite.
I thought about that soccer player head-butting the other one in that World Cup thing in Europe. Nope, too soccer-y.
Nothing seemed just right -- until, one overhung morning, there it was, a story about some guy in Sweden who is planning ... wait for it ... an ABBA museum! This is perfect metaphor for our times. Previous generations of Western civilization created the Louvre, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Hermitage. And now our generation is creating, for generations yet unborn, the most profound statement of which we are capable. It will open in Stockholm, in 2008. It will -- of course -- be "interactive" (until the little computer gizmos break, say on day four). And it will be unashamedly "dedicated to the music, clothing and history of the legendary Swedish pop group and its four members."
Source: http://www.msn.com
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