When I was 11 or 12 my Aunt Marijana put in my hands a copy of Charles Bukowski's Women. My parents had always encouraged, nay, demanded that reading take precedence over any other activity and instilled a deep love for it within me, and while they provided me with challenging and fantastic titles to read it was this book that introduced me to something I had never encountered before.
Possibly I was a smidgen to young to start tackling his works but I was never shielded before and that moment stands out in my memories and I'm sure it will be a part of the "THIS IS YOUR LIFE" instant replay at the end of it.
Sorry for the abscence. I've been incredibly uninspired, but a lightning bolt from Zeus himself struck my brain today and all I could hear and think about within my minds eye was that of the music of angels themself.....ABBA. Now, I don't care how fucking punk or cool you are, or how many records-that-never-were-actually-made-by-musicians-that-never-actually-existed you have, no-one can deny the awesome power of ABBA.
Musically, the layers of sound are outa site, the harmonies and vocals unparrellel and I'm sorry, How could you have a problem with totally hot babes and hairy men? IN MATCHING OUTFITS!!!
Donny and I love ABBA, we bonded over our mutual obsession over Fernando, and he even took it so far as to make a shirt for those of us enlightened enough to rock it.