I’m totally squirming. I have some very exciting news! I’m guest-blogging over on Inspiration Cooperative today, in the second of Theresa’s “Wear in the World” series, featuring (surprise!) Paris. I’m so delighted to have been a part of it.
When Theresa first approached me about it When I forced her to let me do this, I was over the moon and couldn’t wait to spill the beans. I love Theresa and her amazing blog (most of you are already reading it, since we have quite the little clique, but if you aren’t, VAMOOSE!), so this was very exciting all around. Thank you again, Theresa. I love the idea of guest-blogging, and I’m currently mulling over some ideas to include you sexy ladies in some upcoming projects. Have to pay it forward!
If you’re stumbling over here from Theresa’s blog for the first time: hi! You’ve sort of caught me on an off day, as today is Tuesday and on Tuesdays I write about some cheesy band and make fun of their music video. Most days the content is a little more, um, un-ridiculous, but today you have the honor of discussing my guiltiest of guilty pleasure bands for the 2nd time in as many weeks: Ace of Base. I’m pretty sure I’ve effectively lost all new readership right there.
At the time in my life when Ace of Base was my favorite band, we didn’t have this thing called the internet. Or, okay, it existed, but this was before everyone had a computer in their home. You know, when people read books and communicated with one another face to face instead of in 140 characters or less, and sometimes spent full summer afternoons dancing in their room to Ace of Base, whatever. The good old days (so naturally, to fit with my self-imposed digital diet, I’ve been flooding my eardrums with endless amounts of their music all over again. Attn coworkers: if you see with headphones, it is a safe bet I am listening to Ace of Base. That’s a fireable offense in like, 23 states).
Anyway, given that Wikipedia didn’t exist, it was impossible for me to really know anything about the band other than what was printed in the liner notes of their CDs. In using my Supreme Powers of Internet Sleuthing, I’ve learned several things about Ace of Base in the past few weeks since this post (the most important being that Boyfriend, while generally tolerant of all of my insane foibles, has a really short fuse for 90s Swedish pop music. Alas). Three of the original members were siblings! The girls were sisters, which makes the fact that one of them has brown hair even weirder. I didn’t think it was possible to be from Sweden and not be a blond (careful, my ethnic stereotypes are showing!). Most shocking of all was the fact that the two boys actually produced the music. Like, they created all of the awesome synth tracks and pop beats. I genuinely had no idea they did anything useful in the band other than fill the generic part of “Man 1” and “Man 2.” Apparently they are musicians! Who knew?
Weirdest, creepiest discovery was that “Man 2” had been active in the Neo-Nazi scene as a teenager. Like, wrote a record of racially charged songs as a member of a band called “Commit Suicide.” His mom must have been so proud. “What is little Ulf (side-note: Ulf? Wtf kind of name is Ulf?) up to these days?” “He has a band! Maybe you’ve heard their hit song, ‘White Power, Black Head Slaughter’?” (I DIDN’T MAKE THAT UP. That was an actual song title. Also, shit, now I’m going to get people searching for Nazi stuff clicking on my site). Though he gave all of that skinhead stuff up and eventually went on to form Ace of Base, they still put out songs with vague undertones of Nazism: “Young and Proud,” “Happy Nation,” which includes like like “dream of the perfect man”, “for the people, for the good, for mankind brotherhood”, and “a man will die, but not his ideas.” Hmm.
Thankfully, this song, “Living in Danger” has seemingly no subliminal messages about white power. WHEW.
Now, in no way is this song one of their best. It’s from their first album, which is my least favorite (yes, I have the complete discography of Ace of Base ranked according to preference, YOU HAD TO HAVE GUESSED) but it is one of the few songs to have had a music video made for it. Obviously, this provides me with the opportunity to screencap the shit out of it for
your our my enjoyment.
File this under: Last Face I Want to See Following Me Down the Street. And this one wasn’t even the Neo-Nazi growing up! Go figure.
“I want YOU…..to help me get these tendrils out of my face.”
This is weird. Why are you looking over this guy’s shoulder? What could be possibly be looking at that is so fascinating that you simply cannot help but be a creeper? I bet it’s something awesome, like a dirty magazine or someth–
OH. Good god, I love the 90s.
Don’t you just love passionate escalator singing? I sure do. What? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you expecting me to photoshop lamps onto her hands, or something? God, you guys, come on. I’ve matured.
Hey, Adolf? Even if the lyric is “get down,” it’s really inappropriate to point your index finger down to your um, nether regions. Although maybe I’m being crass! Maybe he isn’t insinuating anything sexual, maybe he is being innocently literal. But then what is he pointing at?
Yes. I went there.
Most Random Scene Award goes to this little nugget of weirdness. Priest sitting on a rock in a cemetery, is approached by reformed bad-boy rocking a ponytail and fur collared leather jacket for penance. Seems simple enough, albeit it out of left field. Weren’t they just in a subway station?
Wait, you mean they blew the Priest up? YES. With the power of synth!! That was really the whole message all along. And guess what?