Spent some of my dwindling life-hours yesterday evening, watching the rectangular screen in the corner of the room, trying to establish exactly why I was being so masochistic !
The annual nonsense called the Eurovision Song Contest is supposed to be the cream of the song-writers producing brilliant innovative lyrics, and tunes, which are then transmitted to us by great singers and a backing which should have added to the basic tune to emphasise the best features…..to produce a series of truly-remarkable and memorable events.
How wrong can you be!…..I watched the first 10, and that was enough…..and from what I heard I missed nothing with the rest. Why do foreign countries sometimes feel they have to sing in English when they have a perfectly-good language of their own, or try to copy the musical styles of other countries? aAnd why are gimmicks thought to be essential. It might be better to broadcast it over the radio, so that the music and words spoke for themselves.
No doubt all involved got their share of the trough, but perhaps if this is the best that Europe can offer as international musical entertainment, it is probably kinder to put it down painlessly than let it drag itself deeper into the mire of obscurity….
Or maybe I am being too severe….no, I don’t think I am!