Ever get the feeling at the beginning of the day itself that your whole day is
gonna suck? Hallelujah, this wasn't one of those! Finally a whiff of fresh air
came across Hyderabad's rather moribund musical scene as one of the best gigs
in the world this side of the Tropic of Cancer happened right here!
Bjorn Again is an Abba reincarnate group that packs a mean punch by being the closest that we unfortunates will ever get to see of the lords of the disco. The same white smocks, the fluffy hair, and hell, even a Benny Anderson on the keyboards, and you had the crowd gaping at them like a bunch of disbelieving fish. These guys made my favorite karmic definition spring to life - you know, 'what goes around, comes around (read 'reincarnated')'. Well, in that case, welcome home, guys!
You walk into Treasure Island pretty sure that there could be no way that this night could go wrong. Yeah right, nobody had warned of a pesky anti-climax in the form of one Mr. Devang Patel and his chumpy repertoire of Hindi song spoofs. What starts as a minor irritation soon turns into a major annoyance, and you are left baying for the real stuff to begin.
When he finally manages to clear himself off the stage, the audience waits with bated breath, almost like children at a magic show. And a sweet melody and some fancy keyboards later, the quartet springs to life, and you start grinning like you've never grinned before. The group 'Bjorn Again', lead by Agnetha Falstart, Frida Longstokin, Benny Anderwear and Bjorn Volvous, zapped us with a keg of dynamite in the form of 'Waterloo'.
No waterloo here, this was just the beginning of the jaunt down memory lane as they belted out the cult classics Gimme Gimme and Money Money Money before hitting mach 5 with Voulez Vous (mais oui, ma petit Chou!). 'They took a chance' with the audience and interspersed the show with bits and pieces of conversation, egging the crowd to participate. When it was time for Mamma Mia and Dancing Queen, I swear to all my gods, the air had become heavier than all the crowds that were jiving the night away. It almost seemed like Muriel's Wedding.
The dressed-to-the-nines moms and dads relived their college days and the neophytes had a peep into the tribute to perhaps the best musical talent ever. Sweet melodies and cloud-light lyrics have made Abba the most popular group to ever emerge from the snowy slopes of Sweden, and there could have been no more a befitting tribute to these masters of magic than in the form of Bjorn Again.
Oh well, there seemed to be 'something in the air that night, the stars were bright (Fernando?)', as I hopped and skipped my way back home, with a song on my lips and a spring in my walk. The piece-de-resistance of the show was, of course, 'thank you for the music'.
Oh puhleeeez… Thank you for the music!