It’s important to admit when you’re wrong. And though I once bristled at the notion that there could ever be such a thing as a wrong musical opinion, I have since come to accept that there is, in fact, such a thing.
I know because I had one: I was colossally wrong about the song “Dancing Queen” by Abba. I’m happy I can admit it, maybe even a touch proud of myself for not digging in my heels and hating this song for even a second longer than I had to (unlike some friends I know who are still holding out).
To me, looking back, the weirdest part is that I ever felt I had to hate something so clearly irresistible. In a way, I blame the time and place where I grew up.
The mid-1970s, when “Dancing Queen” came out, was a time when there were very strict lines being drawn between cultural camps.