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. For years, I believed this song was terrible.
It feels good to come clean. I’m even a touch proud of myself for having eventually come to my senses (unlike some of my friends who are still holding out).
To me, looking back, the weirdest part is that I was ever able to hate something so clearly irresistible. In a way, I blame the time and place in which I grew up.