At the risk of ruining my life and effectively losing all credibility and friends, I’m going to admit to you that my favorite band growing up was Ace of Base. Like, favorite. “The Sign” was the first CD I ever had, but since I am such a connoisseur of music, my favorite album of theirs was their second, “The Bridge.” I made a mixtape for a long vacation car ride with my dad and put the following song on it twice. Not once, TWICE. As in, I loved this song so much I decided that a car ride to Massachusetts wasn’t difficult enough for my father, I needed to subject him to this multiple times.
Why does one of the guys look like he’s trying to break through the camera and kill me, and why does the other one with the Chester Chester Child-Molester mustache look like he’s trying to seduce me? Also, button your shirt, dude, nobody needs to see that. Also, nice bean bag, lone brunette girl. I thought everyone in Sweden was blond?! There go all my previously held assumptions about the world, THANKS Ace of Base.
Remember when you’d get your 3 closest friends and you’d gather round and sit on a pile of canvas? ME TOO!
This happened. I don’t know why, but it did.
This happened, too. You knew it was coming.
I’m not really sure what got me back on this 90s train, but listening to this song again after all these years reminded me how many gems there were on this album. Yes, I said gems. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I still know every word of every song on this album and they still make me want to dance. So synthy!
What are your guiltiest music pleasures? Anything worse than Ace of Base? This one is hard to beat.