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SOS call for ABBA
By Brian Crisp
November 03, 2006 11:00pm
Article from: The Courier-Mail
ABBA national treasure, or something the Swedes would rather forget?
When you think of Swedish exports three things come to mind Volvo, Ikea and ABBA.
There's also some not so obvious ones including Absolut Vodka, Björn Borg, Greta Garbo, Ace of Bass, Roxette and the smorgasbord (which is Swedish for a table of sandwiches). But for the purpose of this story I'd like to concentrate on the big three.
Volvos Stockholm has. They are everywhere. Even the stretch limos are Volvos. Just like the Swedes they are safe and dependable.
The National Museum, among other things, had a design exhibition on when I visited and, yes, Ikea furniture had pride of place.
The only thing I struggled to find in Stockholm was ABBA Agnetha, Björn, Benny and Anni-Frid.
They may have sold more than 350 million albums worldwide, but when it comes to the Swedes it would appear that while it used to be so nice and it used to be so good, today it's so long, see you honey.
Sweden is a country where it is dark for most of the year. People think it is normal behaviour to run naked from a sauna and jump bum-first into the snow.
The world sees the Swedes as a tad eccentric and sometimes cheerless. So you would think they would champion ABBA and somehow want to thank them for the music, the songs they sang.
It's hard to imagine that ABBA could be seemingly ignored in their hometown. Imagine Liverpool without the Beatles tours. That's what it's like.
The locals I spoke to agreed that ABBA was better left resigned to the history book on the shelf.
Obviously they weren't with me in the '70s at The Sydney Cricket Ground when the super troupers performed to a sell-out crowd in pouring rain. It was so wet Anni-Frid slipped and fell flat on her face.
I was in Sweden and this was my chance to revisit my past so with my money, money, money in hand I went in search of anything ABBA.
An internet search for an ABBA tour of Stockholm proved fruitless. There were no ABBA tour brochures in the First Hotel Reisen foyer where I was staying. A call to the tourist authority was of no use. There is no ABBA tour and as far as they know, nothing is planned.
The best I could find was a fan website with directions to spots where ABBA filmclips were shot.
The conciege said that sometimes the boat cruises point out homes of the rich and famous, so at least I had a starting point.
Stockholm Sightseeing offers five types of cruises but if you want a tiny speck of ABBA gossip jump on the Royal Canal Tour (120 SEK). As the boat heads past Diplomatstaden we are told that one of the ABBA members lives in this area. No clues to which one, but at least they got a mention on the same tour as Sweden's kings and queens.
From here I headed to Musikmuseet (Sibyllegatan 2). Admission is free and there are more than 6000 musical instruments to see, touch and play.
By rights this place should be a shrine to ABBA. Not so.
To get to ABBA you make your way past the nyckelharpa (keyed fiddle) which is Sweden's national instrument and head down three flights of stairs, mind the 17th-century fiddles and go around the corner to the ABBA display. There's Benny's piano, a couple of microphones, Björn's guitar, some gold records and a purple jacket. There's also a jukebox of ABBA songs. Just for the record Dancing Queen was the most requested by a long way. There must have been about 100 people in the museum, but here baby by myself I sat and wait and wondered about why Stockholm had abandoned them.
From here I was off to see Mamma Mia!, the musical.
The 4.30pm show was almost a sell-out. I paid $91 and joined the well-dressed crowd at Cirkus Theatre (take bus 47 or the tram to Skansen). The theatre was rebuilt in 1997 for the staging of Kristina från Duvemåla, a four-hour musical written by Benny and Björn and based on Moberg's Utvandrarna books.
This is a fashion-conscious city and although my scuffs, three-quarter length pants and T-shirt looked a little underdone, I was ready for fun.
I'd seen Mamma Mia! during its successful run in Brisbane so I thought I knew what to expect. What I didn't expect was the performance to be in Swedish. Dancing Queen, for some reason, was the only song performed in English.
It's true though that to enjoy music you don't need to understand the lyrics.
With my toes tap, tap, tapping I headed off to Stockholm's bohemian quarter of Sodermalm for dinner at Benny's hip Hotel Rival. The hotel, originally built in 1937, is owned by Benny Andersson in partnership with Christer Sandahl and Christer Hagglund.
The boutique hotel has obvious Scandic features such as wooden floors, Nordic feature pieces designed by Alvar Aalto and Poul Christiansen. Above each bed hangs the image of a Swedish national star and the rooftop has fantastic city views.
The hotel also has a movie theatre, a bakery, restaurants, cafe and bar.
The food was fantastic. The service was great but the music was that terrible techno s