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I have been a fan of Abba since Waterloo, OK? I've written a songfic on their EAGLE, I've used their texts to review other people's work, I quote their lyrics without even noticing. And still I am discovering masterpieces - and I mean MASTERPIECES - that I knew nothing of, a quarter-century after they parted ways.



This is quite simply one of the greatest pop songs ever composed. Its musical structure is well beyond the usual stanza-stanza-chorus-stanza; it is almost a small symphonic movement, with a gorgeously worked-up-to series of climaxes. Its arrangement is incredibly elegant and appropriate. And at the centre of it is one of the finest vocal performances I have heard this side of Edith Piaf; indeed, the Mighty Sparrow is one of the few singers I can think of who could have done this song justice. Agnetha rises to the challenge like a great, white, soaring bird; she has never sang better, and, for that matter, never looked lovelier. I don't know about you, but I can't take my eyes off her for the whole duration of the clip. Even the red pseudo-mediaeval tabard she wears turns out to be both elegant and devastatingly becoming, though nothing could sound sillier if you described it in cold prose. And her control and lyricism are incredible; she works up to every climax in a way that makes tears spring to one's eyes. If you want anyone to know why Abba were so popular, show them this clip.

But all of this would not be so tremendous if the lyrical conception were not so brilliant. The lyrics could almost stand alone by themselves and be a great poem. Bjorn and Benny were the most underrated songwriting partnership in the history of popular music, and this is one of the most sophisticated, meaning-heavy, intensely lyrical songs they ever composed. The central couplet, "Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frame/ The day before you came" is as charged with drama as anything any poet ever wrote. I still consider the Beatles the greatest group in history, but in some ways this is a song that the Beatles could not have composed: its maturity, the abyss of experience and memories behind its intensely controlled surface, is something that belongs to a deeper maturity than the four boy geniuses from Liverpool ever developed as long as they were together.
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...ours are gorgeous, too.



Above: Novella Calligaris, the tiny sprite who demolished a number of chemically enhanced East German giantesses in Belgrade in 1973 to win an unforgettable world championship gold in the murderous 800 metre freestyle, at the time the toughest speciality in the games.
Below: Federica Pellegrini, the supermodel type who has just done the impossible by winning for the second time world championship golds in both the 400 and the 200 metres in Shanghai. Nobody had ever done that before, and it does not seem likely that anyone will again any time soon, unless of course Federica herself has a go next time.

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Jun. 12th, 2011 10:00 pm
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As I write, I am watching the spectacular struggle for second place in the grand prix of canada between Michael Schumacher, Jensen Button and Mark Webber. WEbber and Button have the faster cars, but Schumacher is a genius and his recoveries have been incredible. It is some of the greatest racing, the greatest moments in any sports, I have ever seen.

edited in: Jensen Button won splendidly, taking the lead at the very last mimute. Schumacher only came fourth, but gave a performance that showed that with a better machine he'd have been back to his old ways. This is the best Formula One race I've seen in years.
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Joe Louis. Cassius Clay/Mohammed Ali.
Jesse Owens. Carl Lewis, Edwin Moses, Michael Johnson.
Haile Gebreselassie.
The Abbagnale brothers. Nedo Nadi.
Jacques Anquetil. Eddy Merckx. Lance Armstrong.
Mark Spitz.
Juan Manuel Fangio. Giacomo Agostini. Michael Schumacher.
Dr. W.G.Grace. Sir Donald Bradman.
Sir Steven Redgrave. Dame Tammi Gray-Thompson.
Suzanne Lenglen. Martina Navratilova.
Sergey Bubka. Emil Zatopek.
Edson Arantes do Nascimento "Pele'". Garrincha. Maradona.
"Babe" Ruth. Joe Di Maggio.

And Paula Radcliffe.

NOW will that miserable gang of national poisoners and all-purpose liars, dedicated to the destruction of public personalities and to the pursuit of people for money, the British so-called journalistic profession, finally stop carping and realize that they have, in Britain, now, one of the greatest sportswomen of all time, a giant in her sport, and, at that, a woman who incarnates everything that is charming, lovable and just plain good about the English nation?

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