Recently we attended ABBA hits show at the prairie. First time on a prairie and like highlighted by the author Bill Bryson - american's have created new words where perfectly good ones existed.
So here we were on the plain (prairie) watching a fake ABBA show. Now 'fake' has that undertone of poor quality so let me reflect on that. First Frida (the brunette) was not as tall and somewhat over weight, Agnetha (the blonde) was cute and actually had a good voice, Benny (bearded keyboard player) was a non-entity and Bjorn (seemed to have a blonde beatles wig) but otherwise lively.
What was really civilised about the event was that you could bring anything and have a picnic - wine, cheese, roast chicken etc. As the music started we soon realised that most of our fellow spectators were not moving their feet nor were they waving their hands - we immediately felt just like in Japan (no way)
It took nearly half the concert before there seemed to be permission given to let your hair down - we of course ended up front (where we could make these observations about the fake ABBA). A great night on the prairie !
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