Only in Surry Hills would you find not one, but two, “artificial limbs” in the communal garbage room of your apartment block. Calling them “artificial limbs” is a little dramatic, I know, as they’re just part of a mannequin. But using the phrase “artificial limbs” sounds a little more dramatic. And I did feel a sense of drama as I entered the garbage room last night. “Oh my goodness, it’s a body”, I thought to myself at first.
Mannequin Leg
I have to say one of the great things about living in an apartment block of thirty-two is the communal garbage room. Although sometimes it can be stinky, and you have to hold your nose, other times it can be absolutely fascinating. You get to know when someone new has moved into the block. You get to know when someone has bought a new appliance. You get to know when it’s party season by a large number of bottles in the recycling bins. And you get to pick up the odd piece of discarded furniture or clothing.
As a child, I would often go with my dad to “the tip” (as we called it then). Dad was a collector, too, and we would often bring home items as diverse as furniture and musical instruments. Many years ago, I understand, dad used to play in bands at restaurants and cafes around Lismore, and so even into retirement he maintained an interest in collecting instruments – everything from bass drums to piano accordions.
I also carried this trait into adulthood. Memorably there was an occasion when Damien and I were living together when I noticed a full collection of Encyclopaedia Brittanica outside our apartment block. With a dozen in my arms, I made my way to the front door and knocked, asking him please to open the door. “You’ve got those fucking encyclopedias, haven’t you?”, he shouted back from the other side. He knew me too well.
Even now, I’m a “collector” of things. I have five suits, for example, that I wear to work, and all of them were bought from second-hand stores.
The desk I’m writing on, for example, was “found” on a nearby street four or five years ago. I’d spent the afternoon with Damien and was telling him I’d been looking in vain for “the perfect desk”. I wanted something reasonably large, but without drawers. As we made our way to a friend’s place for early evening drinks, we spotted two or three desks left out on the street corner. “That’s the one”, I said, and so we picked it up, and brought it home.
Philosophically, I think there’s far too much crap in the world, and so if there’s something that can be recycled, I think it should be. But in the last year or so I’ve been trying to collect less, and I’ve also been de-cluttering. I’ve realised there’s not only too much crap in the world, there’s too much crap in my life.
Ten years ago I might have picked up the “artificial limbs”, but not now…
I had a bit of a breakthrough at Swedish class tonight. I normally loathe grammar, but I quite enjoyed the exercise we did tonight. Best of all? I think I actually understood the principles behind what we learned, and can possibly even apply them in real life. That’s a real breakthrough, let me tell you.
To “celebrate”, I came home and put on a CD which Grant bought back from Stockholm for me, called “Sthlms Liv”. It’s a collection of mostly jazz songs from the twentieth century with lyrics about or inspired by life in Stockholm. There’s also an accompanying booklet which explains in both English and Swedish a little of the background to the songs, and features some wonderful photographs mostly from the 1950s and 1960s which demonstrate how little/how much Stockholm has changed.
I find it fascinating how much the Swedes sing about their capital city. Although we have lots of songs about Sydney – including reasonably overt lyrics and titles – the Swedes seem to take it to a higher level. For example, one of the most popular television shows has as it’s theme song a track called “Stockholm i mitt hjärta” (Stockholm in my heart).
As I looked through the track list, I recognised a couple of tunes instantly. There’s “Sakta vi gå genom stan” (Slowly we walk through the town) which is actualy a Swedish translation of “Walking My Baby Back Home” by jazz-legend Monica Zetterlund and “Min egen stad” (My own town) by former ABBA member, Anni-Frid Lyngstad. So I guess when I put on the CD I was half-expecting a bit of a nostalgia trip. Not so, it’s an album full of wonderful surprises.
That said, there are quite a few songs which have that nostalgic feel. And I can imagine lots of older Swedes would have bought the CD purely for its nostalgic value. “Sakta vi gå genom stan”, for example, is a great song, sung well…
But the CD is much more than that. It’s a genuinely wonderful collection I suspect you coud enjoy without any Swedish language skills. Calling it a jazz collection is both correct and incorrect. There’s certainly a “jazz feel” to the CD, but in a very broad sense with a range of musical genres from “tango” to “beat poetry”.
The first song which really stood out for me was “Jag vill ha en gondol” by Zarah Leander. It’s got a wonderful “tango” feel about it, and is sung in a very dramatic style.
I was also transfixed by a piece called “Stockholmsmelodi” by Sven-Bertil Taube. It’s a piece which opens again, quite dramatically, with what sounds like a bit of a mad-man ranting on the sidewalk. The level of Swedish is too complicated for me to understand instantly, and so I’m going to have to do a bit of research and translate to see if he’s as mad as he sounds.
There’s also some wonderfully relaxing, evocative pieces including “The Midnight Sun Never Sets” by Quincy Jones and “Var blev ni av” by Freddie Wadling.
But the one track I’ve been playing over and over again is called “En självbiografi” by Sonja Åkesson. To a “beat poetry” style jazz backing, it’s the story of a “suburban housewife” talking about her life. Again, I’m going to need to translate this one to get a better feel for it, but it’s a piece which has really captured my attention simply because of the instrumentation and the lyrical presentation.
The view from my bedroom window isn’t a spectacular one. I don’t have harbour views. I don’t have the mountains. I don’t have salacious views of the neighbours. But I do have trees, lovely trees.
And at this time of the year, even though the sun rises and casts an early morning light into my room that wakes me, the trees protect me from the heat. Thus, at this time of the year, my bedroom is a bit of an oasis. When the rest of my apartment is warm, I can come in here and enjoy the cool.
Even though it would have been good to, I didn’t spend the entire day in my bedroom :)
I was invited out tonight for dinner with a bunch of blokes for dinner at The Balkan.
As soon as the invitation came I was already salivating at the thought of char-grilled baby octopus which is what I eventually had for dinner tonight. It was, as I expected, to die for. And accompanied by a lovely pinot grigio, and surrounded by good fun, conversation, I was as happy as a pig in mud.
Now, with minutes until midnight, I’m a bit tired. I’ve got a fair bit on at work this week, and so need to hit the sack pretty soon.
Yesterday was such a beautiful day. It was perfect weather for a lunchtime wander around the Surry Hills Festival. There were LOTS of other people who’d come to a similar conclusion. What I experienced this year was pretty good : still very community focussed, but with broader appeal. Much improved from the years when the festival had aspirations to be a “big rock festival” with (I thought) little connection to the community itself. Here are some photographs I snapped.
Though I’m not sure of their modern day connection to Surry Hills, the horses were my favourite attraction.
Surry Hills Festival
The ice-cream queue was even longer than normal.
Though not part of the festival, I smiled when I saw this piece of street art at the nearby Shannon Reserve.
It’s late Monday night, my final night in Sweden (sadly), and I’ve just arrived home from the music, fireworks and celebrity-spotting of the official opening of the long-awaited ABBA Museum.
The idea for a permanent ABBA Museum in Stockholm has been around since the end of 2006. The original idea was for the museum to inhabit the space now occupied by the city’s Fotografiska Museet. When that didn’t prove to be economically viable, the organisers launched a number of short-term exhibition spaces in a number of countries including two quite different exhibitions in both Melbourne and Sydney.
ABBAWORLD Melbourne Waterloo Costumes
In Melbourne the exhibition was very much about the global story of ABBA (with a lot of Swedish language material); while in Sydney it was very much about the story of ABBA in Australia. Here in Stockholm, it’s very much the global story once again, though probably not as comprehensive as it was in Melbourne. In Melbourne, for example, there was a fair bit of material covering their individual careers after ABBA.
Owe Sandström, costume designer, chatted with fans about his work with ABBA.
Naturally, there’s a fair bit of Australia in the exhibition here, due to the amazing success ABBA enjoyed, and because “ABBA – The Movie” was filmed mostly in Australia. There’s quite a good quote attributed to Bjorn in the exhibition. Reflecting on the record-breaking 14-weeks “Fernando” spent at number one on the Australia charts, Bjorn is quoted as saying something along the lines of how they have been forever grateful for the Australian “kick-start” to their career at a time when there wasn’t much interest in the group outside Sweden.
Of course, you see the costumes, the gold records, the photographs and so on. You also get to see some of the recreated spaces from the story of ABBA, including the offices of Polar Music and the famous island shack in the Stockholm Archipelago where Bjorn and Benny composed many of their songs. These are lovely spaces, indeed.
There are also some lovely intimate touches in the new museum. A few weeks ago, speaking at the International ABBA Day, curator Ingmarie Halling mentioned two of them. “If you’re in the ABBA Museum and you’re standing near the Ring Ring exhibit, you should answer the phone, as it’s probably going to be Frida. And if you see the piano suddenly playing, it’s gonna be Benny doing it remotely”, she told us.
You can sing-a-long with ABBA holograms.
The telephone call from Frida (or indeed any member of ABBA, as “they all have the number”, we were told) was inspired by a John Lennon exhibition in New York. When Frida heard that Yoko Ono would sometimes call the telephone there and speak randomly to people visiting the exhibition, she replied instantly that she would love to do that also.
ABBA Soap
“You want to start a riot?”, I said to a friend, as we stood near the telephone during the fan club preview on Friday. “I have an old fashioned ring tone on my phone. You go over there, stand next to the phone, and when I play the ring tone you answer it”, I joked with him. Of course, we didn’t do that, as that would be cruel, but it gave us quite a laugh.
The Arrival Helicopter
Ingmarie mentioned how all four members of ABBA had been interviewed for the exhibition, and how she was constantly checking facts to make sure everything was just right. She told us, for example, the lengths she went to trying to find out the real story about the transformation of the famous white piano from its previous brown colouring which has featured in the “archipelago room” of “ABBA World”. “Oh I can’t remember. There were so many pianos”, Frida reportedly told her with a laugh. All four members of ABBA have recorded parts of the audio commentary to accompany the tour.
Live on ABC Radio in Australia from the ABBA Museum Opening
Much of the interactivity from the previous ABBAWorld incarnations is there also, including a sixty-second electronic ABBA Quiz (I got 12 out of 12 correct), and the ability to sing along with holographic images of ABBA, and later download a video of your performance.
Talking about the ABBA Museum opening on ABC Radio NSW
When she spoke about it a few weeks ago, I wondered how Ingmarie had maintained her enthusiasm for the project. You could imagine having spent several years of your life working on this project (and before that many years working with ABBA when they were an active group), Ingmarie would be a little bored with the project. However, she spoke with such passion that it was fairly evident that wasn’t the case. She spoke, for example, about exercising her own personal creativity in the design of some couches which will feature in the exhibition, and how she approached some young designers in Sweden to further develop that idea. “When you visit the exhibition you’ll be able to sit and listen to ABBA on couches which look like a stack of vinyl”, she told us. Along the way, Ingmarie also mentioned she has been writing a book that will go with the museum. “It’s the one book about ABBA I might be willing to read”, Benny reportedly said to her.
When you know so much about something before actually experiencing it, there’s always the risk you will be disappointed. I wasn’t. The museum has been clearly put together with care and an eye for detail. I liked it very much and would recommend it to anyone visiting Stockholm.
And then of course tonight, we had the big opening event. As has become the “norm” for these big ABBA events, only three out of four ABBA members attended. Agnetha was a no-show. The only time all four have been seen together in decades was for the Swedish premiere of the “Mamma Mia” movie in 2008. I actually arrived in Stockholm the day after that appearance. I was determined not to miss this one, so I booked my flights only after the date for the gala opening was confirmed.
Talking about the ABBA Museum opening on ABC Radio Brisbane.
Rather than concentrate solely on ABBA, the museum will have a longer-term focus on the success of Swedish music more generally. Apparently, that’s something all members of the band were keen to see when agreeing to support (and invest money) in the initiative. As such, the musical opening tonight featured a range of musicians performing a collection of ABBA songs, but also classics from Monica Zetterlund to Swedish House Mafia. As the museum also houses a hotel, our “stage” for the night was actually the hotel room. Windows and curtains opened and closed, and coloured lights focussed our eyes on the performers. It was spectacular, and of course, ended with fireworks and a performance of “Thank You For The Music”
Fireworks for the ABBA Museum OpeningTalking about the ABBA Museum opening with Rod Quinn on ABC Radio.
Sometimes when I’ve had a stressful day at work, I like to clear my mind with some loud Swedish pop. I leave work, I put my headphones on, I turn them up really loud, I go for a walk, and suddenly life is good again.
Usually, it’s something very disco in style. Yesterday, for example it was Magnus Carlsson. Today, however, it was quite different: it was a song I’ve had stuck in my head for the last twenty four hours: “Längesen” by Petter ft. Veronica Maggio.
Generally speaking, Veronica sings in Swedish in a 60s retro-style. She’s a bit like “Duffy” in some ways, although her vocal style has that melancholic Swedish vibe about it. Even when you think she’s singing about something happy, it sounds like she’s sad, if you know what I mean. Melancholic ABBA-esque.
Petter is a white-boy rapper who, generally sings about life, poverty etc in Sweden, and usually sings so quickly I can scarcely follow what’s going on. Even with the lyrics in front of me he is sometimes hard to follow, since he raps in a very contemporary style with words and phrases I can’t usually find in a dictionary.
They’ve worked together previously. In fact, one of my favourite Swedish songs of the last few years has been a collaboration with Petter’s old band Snook. Snook featured Veronica’s partner at the time, Oskar LInross, who I raved about a couple of months ago.
Veronica’s refrain in this song is…
Är det så här det känns att va lycklig?
Det är inga problem
Är det så här det känns att va lycklig?
Det är inga problem, det är inga problem
…which translates, roughly, as…
Is this how it feels to be happy?
It’s not a problem
Is this how it feels to be happy?
It’s not a problem, it’s not a problem
I love all of the images of life in Stockholm in this clip.
I sent the link to this song to a music-loving colleague who commented… “Nice. Like the vague All Along The Watchtower melodic reference”…
Anyway, I’m completely moved by their latest collaboration also. It’s an odd combination and is probably an acquired taste since it features some “chipmunk” style singing at the beginning, some Swedish white boy rapping, and then the slightly melancholic vocals of Veronica Maggio.
The sweet lyrical refrain from Veronica this time is…
Varje gång är som den första gång vi sågs
Även om det är över nu
Allting har förändrats
Men du finns kvar
Allt var svävande men nu så ser ja klart
Roughly translated, she’s singing…
Every time is like the first time we met
Even if it is over now
Everything has changed
But you are left (behind)
Everything was suspended, but now I see clearly
I’ve taken a few liberties with the translation. Sorry.
Unfortunately, the proper clip is disabled on youtube, but you can see it here
I really like the fact this group of performers continues to sing in Swedish when so many other Swedish performers now sing mostly or only in English.
I can’t decide who I have the biggest crush on: Petter or Veronica. Nah, it’s probably Oskar :)