A dozen years ago I was part of a fairly dysfunctional and heavily moderated mailing list for ABBA fans run by a bloke called James Preston.
Although the vast majority of organised “hard core” ABBA fans are gay men there’s also a large number of fans who feel somewhat uncomfortable with that reality. When one too many posts about poofters were moderated out of existence on the old list, Graeme and Grant decided to set up their own. Not surprisingly there was an exodus from one list to the other.
Without doubt, the success of the list has been thanks to the efforts of Graeme and Grant. As much as I know they’ll deny it, a lot of the “personality” of the list came from the personalities of Grant and Graeme themselves. Whenever things were quiet on the list, Graeme could always be relied upon to stir things up. Whenever things got a little too rowdy, Grant could always be relied upon for a calming word or thought.
As ABBAMAIL celebrated Ten Years, the wonderful Norma Parker organised us all to make a contribution towards a series of gifts to acknowledge the contribution Grant and Graeme have made to ABBA fans over the years.
ABBAMAIL Turns 10
It was really nice to be part of that celebration, and to say a public “thank you” to two blokes who’ve contributed so much over such a long period of time, going right back to the days of the Australian ABBA Fan Club in the 1970s.
ABBAMAIL Turns 10
But after a series of brutal attacks by some of the organisations behind ABBA, including an attempt to close down the site, Graeme and Grant have decided enough is enough. Although they’ve declared they still like ABBA’s music, they no longer consider themselves ABBA fans. After thirty years, that’s a pretty big decision to make.
For me life will go on, and I still have their friendship which is great. But to be honest, I kinda worry for the more isolated ABBA fans. ABBAMAIL was important to me, but I’m pretty sure it’s been more important for those fans who are either geographically or socially isolated. Thankfully though, the list will continue in a new form, thanks to a wonderfully enthusiastic American called Kevin.
Busting a move in my ABBAMAIL T-Shirt
And life will go on, but it’s kinda sad that a lot of people who’ve come to know these blokes through an email list will lose that connection. I really love them both and I’m glad they’ve chosen to walk away with dignity. A bit like ABBA really… :)
Gosh it’s going to be interesting at the pub tomorrow night….
To be honest, I didn’t really enjoy the first Chinese New Year Twilight Parade in Sydney, although I’ve enjoyed the parades previously.
It all seemed like it was just the daytime parade at night, as opposed to being a twilight parade. And by that I mean a parade which made the “most” of the evening and the capacity for lights to bring a parade to “life”.
And it wasn’t helped by the fact that it started late, quite considerably late, losing many of the benefits of the twilight period, as opposed to the dark.
I also found myself crushed at one point when a firetruck needed access through the crowd.
Some of the crowd watching the Chinese New Year parade on the steps of the World Tower in Sydney.
The crush was all a bit too much for me, so I headed off to the pub for a while, while Kate continued to watch the parade from the front row.
Unfortunately the parade was all a little dragged out, with often large gaps between the different floats. We both ended up a little bored, to be honest.
There were some nice bits though, such as running into a woman with whom I work – Chinese heritage – who I chatted with for a while, and seeing some other familiar faces, such as my local newsagent.
I also thought the fireworks were quite good.
But overall, it could have been a better experience.
There were times today at Radio Days Jo’burg when I thought my head might explode. Not literally, of course, but metaphorically as I found myself trying to understand ideas, concepts, and life situations well beyond my normal frame of reference.
During a morning break, for example, I was chatting once again with a lovely woman who I’ve got to know over the last few days. I can’t remember how the conversation got around to the complexities of language, identity and national borders, but she did her best to explain some of the complexities of this part of the world to me. She explained that her clan name occurs in several different countries (not just in South Africa), that tradition means she can and cannot marry some people, and that rivers and mountains which often define national borders make little sense in this part of the world.
As complex as all that was, the two most powerful presentations I attended today were, coincidentally enough, given by the people I sat with over breakfast over the last few days. Over breakfast we’ve chatted in a combination of French and English, as Jacques is from the Democratic Republic of Congo and Monique is from Madagascar. When I say “combination of French and English” what I really mean is Jacques spoke no English, I spoke no French, and Monique did her best to keep the conversation flowing.
Monique Rakotoanosy is a lecturer in journalism at the University of Antananarivo., Madagascar.
In her presentation today she explained the shortcomings of the media in her country, where there’s only one national radio station and a multitude of smaller radio stations (mostly run by church organisations). Her country is overwhelmingly poor, there’s little in the way of “civil society” in a Western sense (though she argued there was a different type of civil society there), and there’s heavy censorship of the media both officially and unofficially. She explained today how 80 of Madagascar’s radio stations had been closed down since 2010, with intimidation, threats, and the gaoling of journalists all being fairly common. Her main goal at the moment is to revitalise the radio academy there as a means of improving journalism and independent thought in her country. When I asked her if there was the possibility of support from people from Madagascar who may have moved away, she told me there was a significant diaspora from Madagascar (especially in France), but that she felt the solutions should come from at home, especially from the students.
Jacques Kokonyange is the station manager at Radio Muugana, a radio station in the Democratic Republic of The Congo.
He explained the difficulties of being “independent” in a country where there were civil war exists. He talked about how you need to adapt to such a situation, and explained they no longer do live phone calls to air because of the “risk” to those involved.
There was also a very powerful presentation by Dika Khesa, a radio station manager at Karabo FM in the Orange Free State part of South Africa. He told a very descriptive story about how his radio station was overtaken by people during a period of civil unrest when forty people in his community died/were killed. He described that on one hand he had the broadcasting authority in South Africa wanting to shut his station down, but on the other hand, had to deal with a large group of drunken people invading his radio station.
Also today there was a really interesting discussion this morning about radio in Mozambique. In particular, I was really interested and moved by the story of Zenzele Ndebele, who described how he and others had been running a radio station “without a licence” for ten years. He explained how they make a daily radio program which they distribute in a variety of ways, ranging from Facebook, Twitter and Soundcloud, to having the program played in cafes, and distributing CDs by couriers around the larger cities of Mozambique.
As I listened to these stories I began to think how comparatively trivial was the presentation I’m preparing to make tomorrow at the conference about Australia’s experiences with digital radio. Yet I guess that’s what makes the conference so interesting in some ways – the contrasting experiences and many different stories to be told.
Interview with Mo-G at Kaya FM in Johannesburg
Later in the afternoon, I was invited to be today’s “International Guest” on Kaya FM, a local radio station here in Johannesburg. When the producer, Ernest, greeted me, he explained that the daily segment aimed to focus on South Africans working abroad and on people visiting South Africa. Their interest in me was as an international delegate attending Radio Days Jo’burg. Having listened to the station over the last few days, I knew this wasn’t going to be the most in-depth I’d ever done. The presenter, Mo-G told me Australia was the first country outside of South Africa that he had ever visited. “It was 1998”, he told me, “…and I was playing rugby”. I really enjoyed doing the interview very much, and the staff at the radio station were very warm and welcoming.
ABBA Show at The Imperial - wondering who the third female member of ABBA is - possibly Benny in a frock
The musical genre, “retro” has always been a 70’s thing to me. ABBA. Village People. Racey. Even a bit of Bay City Rollers. You might even extend the genre at the absolute extreme to include music from the early to mid 1980s.
But at about one o’clock this morning at Palms on Oxford Street I suddenly realised “retro” now seems to kick in at about 1990. “Oh my God”, I thought to myself, “I’m too old for even retro”.
Of course I was listening and buying pop music in the 1990s, but it wasn’t until tonight that I’d even begun to think music from that period was now “the music of the parents” of a large number of people on the dance floor. That’s when I reflected even deeper and realised a fair number of the people on the dance floor were probably born in about 1990. OMG.
I can only blame the full moon to explain how I ended up at Palms on a Friday night along with a whole bunch of people who had left work at about five o’clock, went to the pub, and then also somehow ended up at what I call “The Blue Light Disco of Oxford Street”.
It’s a great venue and the place where you go for a night of absolute indulgent pleasure. Nobody dances particularly well, nobody looks particularly cool, but everyone has a great time.
The only downside with Palms is its location right next door to the Adult World Sex Shop. You’re standing in the queue and you run into someone you know who asks what you’re up to tonight, undecided if you’re in the queue for Palms or just killing time before heading upstairs to the sex shop. In fact, it occurred to me a few of my favourite places on Oxford Street including Never Mind bar and Snake Bean restaurant are located right next door to sex shops.
Anyway, it was a fun night even if I did discover I’m practically ancient and that “retro” is an ever-expanding musical genre.
Unexpectedly, it’s become a relaxation day for me. The last week has caught up with me, and I had to come home mid-afternoon for a nap. I’ve been here a week and I’ve done so much, I guess my body has caught up with me a little.
Aside from that, I’m staying for a few days in a hostel which, in itself is a little tiring. The crowd in the hostel is much younger than the last time I stayed here. And last night, I was woken twice while trying to get a good night’s sleep.
The first time was by the two girls I have dubbed, “The Whispering Russian Lezzos” (aka Tatu). They’re two young girls who spend hours and hours in the room whispering to each other. Personally, I think they’ve got an unresolved unspoken lezzo thing going on, but that’s for them to discover in their own time, I guess. I know they think they’re being polite while whispering, but it’s damn annoying.
The second time was by the two I’ve dubbed, “The Scottish Groupies”, a guy and a girl who are following their favourite group around Europe at the moment. When they first began talking about last night’s concert with a Swedish girl in the room (at about three this morning), I was mildly interested. I thought they were chatting about one of my favourite Swedish groups, Kent. But they weren’t. And that’s when I lost interest, and asked them politely to keep the noise down. They apologized this morning for waking me, while members of Tatu haven’t so far.
Breaking up the iceA fine spot to relax near the Stockholm city hallKatarinahissen view this week – the snow is disappearingEwww… not so winter wonderlandEvert Taube, a famous Swedish musician and composerSodermalm ChurchyardStockholm city hall
Staying in a hostel for a few days is a compromise I knew I was making to save a few dollars along the way. It’s $25 per night which is worth the compromise, I think, since I’m staying in nice accommodation elsewhere.
And I’m glad I did it, I just forgot one of my principles for staying in hostels from my last trip, being that you should actually go for the really large dorms, as you usually end up with a more peaceful experience there. People tend to be a little more courteous given the size of the room.
Anyway, aside from that observation, it was a fairly relaxed day for me.
I had some breakfast at a great little Italian cafe just around the corner, wandered around the city looking, caught a train, and then came back home for an afternoon nap.
And my body reminded me today, that in the midst of all of this wonderful sight-seeing, and mind-enhancing cultural experiences, I also need to rest up a little, because, after all, this is a holiday!
No plans for the night, though I may have to wander out for peace of mind.
The official employment offer letter states it was twenty five years today that I was offered a job at the ABC.
I’d previously been employed at the community radio station at Bourke in Western NSW. I’d applied for a few ABC jobs during the previous six months. When the call came through from Don Bensted offering me the position, I actually had to ask him “for which job”. In reality, it didn’t matter much to me, as I’d long wanted to work for ABC Radio.
I have a vague memory of finishing work in Bourke on a Wednesday or a Thursday, driving overnight via Broken Hill, and of arriving in Renmark on a Thursday or Friday afternoon. I’m pretty sure I went to air the following Monday, though it’s possible I had a few days to settle in.
Twenty five years later and I’m still working for the ABC. Along the way, I’ve been the Morning Presenter in Wagga Wagga, the Statewide Afternoon and Drive presenter in NSW, and have acted in other jobs in Darwin, Perth, Canberra and Lismore.
Ten years ago I made the switch from on-air presenter to Manager which wasn’t as traumatic as I thought it might be ego-wise. In a lovely piece of symmetry, I’m currently back in Regional Radio, working as the National Manager of our regional stations.
I’ve had many great opportunities over the last twenty five years, and I continue to love working for a really terrific organisation. Win.
As if the weather today wasn’t depressing enough, when I walked into Torget in Gamla Stan for a late afternoon glass of wine, they were playing Billie Holiday. I was just about ready to jump off Västerbron.
Despite the weather – the technical term was “shitty” – I had a reasonably lovely day. I had great lunch at the well Danish/Swedish chain Jensens Böfhus, I looked around the city and took many photographs and, I went to the Moderna Museet.
As a collection of contemporary of art, it’s quite conservative. The collection is mostly comprised of traditional art – paintings, photographs, sculptures – though they do have some video art. I watched a short film by William Kentridge called “Journey To The Moon” though regrettably I have no idea what it was about. It was interesting though. And although they have quite a bit of European and North American art from the twentieth century – Liechtenstein, Pollack etc – I was more interested in the Swedish art they displayed. So that’s where I concentrated my attention. Particular favourites from the Swedish collection incuded a piece by Öyvind Fahlström called “World Bank” which features a mountain of gold bars surrounded by images from debtor nations. There was also a beautiful piece by Beth Laurin called “State of Mind” which is a long circular sausage made from vinyl (perhaps) where two faces meat. And on a slightly Swedish note, there’s a really lovely photograph of Ingmar Bergman by the American photographer, Irving Penn. Bergman has his eyes closed. There’s also a great piece by the Japanese conceptual artist, On Kawara which is a series of postcards sent to a doctor in Sweden from different parts of the world which simply say, “I got up at….” (and then the time is listed). Loved it.
I spent a few hours at the gallery, and a few hours wandering around the city more generally.
The news today from Sweden
Looking towards the Royal Palace
A group of sailors or something like that doing something
Looking towards AF Chapman
Fade to grey
Signs of spring
Stockholm today
The view from Moderna Museet to the outside
Group of yummy mummys looking at a painting of a school room
I can’t believe how many different types of weather I’ve experienced in Stockholm on both this trip and the last. On Sunday, it snowed. Yesterday it was warm and sunny. Today it’s grey, overcast, and slightly drizzly. In the midst of it all, I thought to myself “could I live here?” And I think the answer is yes. My Swedish needs to improve. But yes, I could.
Tonight I’m off to see Sarah Dawn Finer perform at China Teatern, which I’ll blog about later.
And tomorrow, I’m off to Manly. Or what appears to be Stockholm’s answer to Manly called Saltsjöbaden. After a few days in Hotel Micro, I’m moving into a grand old hotel which has mixed reviews. Some say it’s lovely, romantic and so on. Others say it’s close to Fawlty Towers.
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WOW! That is big news. I know ABBAmail has been really important to you and a bunch of other people for a long long time. I may have smirked about a bunch of middle aged ABBA fans from time to time but I got a whole new sense of what ABBAMAIL meant to lots of people when I went with you to the 10th anniversary. Vale ABBAMAIL.
Abbamail closing down was just devestating news. Such a shame. I couldn’t believe it but I don’t blame the guys. How are we going to know what’s going on in the world of ABBA? I hope Kevin’s site will help fill the void. Does anyone have more info? Abbamail will be greatly missed…
WOW! That is big news. I know ABBAmail has been really important to you and a bunch of other people for a long long time. I may have smirked about a bunch of middle aged ABBA fans from time to time but I got a whole new sense of what ABBAMAIL meant to lots of people when I went with you to the 10th anniversary. Vale ABBAMAIL.
Abbamail closing down was just devestating news. Such a shame. I couldn’t believe it but I don’t blame the guys. How are we going to know what’s going on in the world of ABBA? I hope Kevin’s site will help fill the void. Does anyone have more info? Abbamail will be greatly missed…