Dancing Queen

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

In the late 70’s when I was 9 or 10, I found myself in a store staring at a 45 record. I didn’t own any records – at least none like this. I had some children song collections and a Mozart album. This was different, though. This was soaring and uplifting and fun. This was about being older, having the time of your life, at the unimaginable age of seventeen. Continue reading “Dancing Queen”