I haven’t written here for over two weeks so I’ve got plenty more I want to write about, but it’s on my mind at the moment, so I have to exorcise these demons now.
1. Referring back to what I said in the previous post about stuff that’s different, I’m loving the French and Spanish entries. The french one is the first entry from France in English, but it’s a great pop song. It’s not a cliched ballad, it’s got this great electro-Beach Boys feel to it and you just gotta dig the facial hair and sunglasses.
Spain on the other hand are going for the quirky thing, allegedly taking inspiration from Dustin. The links to Dustin go further in that they seem to have formed an alliance and Dustin even appeared on the guys show! But it’s catchy, it’s got dance steps and it’s got the word Robocop. What more could you want?
2. Eurovision presenter’s somehow always manage to find new ways to look and particularly SOUND stupid. Two of them ACTUALLY said “See you later, alligator.” Live on air. In front of an entire continent. Not ironically. And to think we’re in a union with some of these people.
3. ….I had more…but I forgot them! If I remember and they’re worth writing, they’ll be here eventually.
So Dustin fails to even get to the final of the Eurovision. His legions of critics are sitting back now, grinning, self satisfied, itching to shout “I told you so!” But in reality, it’s not Dustin’s fault. It’s yet another example of Europe’s more than questionable taste in music.
Eurovision is an atrocity of music. Sort of like Celebrity You’re A Star without the charity. Some will say it’s gone downhill in the last ten years. They’ll look back on the time when Ireland ruled the roost with fondness. But it was just as crap then as it is now. Linda Martin, Dana, Johnny Logan. Those songs are terrible. Eurovision holds itself up to be a prestigious showcase of the best songwriting talent on the continent, which is about as delusional as the Burmese Junta thinking everything is under control. Only difference is, even the Junta are beginning to realise they might be a bit wrong. Those who take the competition seriously have really got to ask themselves why. I mean, Dustin’s critics proclaimed he would embarrass us, that we would be shamed from the competition. As if the viewers of Eurovision are a demographic whose perception of our country is something we should really be worried about.
Having said that, I did watch the semi-final tonight, more out of morbid curiosity and boredom than anything else though. I have to admit right here and now that it bothered me that Dustin didn’t qualify, but not out of some sense of national pride. What annoys me is that almost all of the songs that qualified were so terribly mediocre, so utterly devoid of merit. Such a gross display of poor taste on a multi-national level simply adds another reason to my “Why I Hate 95% Of The Human Race” list, which is already quite lenghty. (more…)
In case you haven’t heard, David Blaine apparently broke the world record for holding one’s breath underwater. He held it for just barely over 17 minutes, live on Oprah. Observe:
Now look when he comes out of the tank – particularly at 1:26, 1:33 and definitely at 1:37. How come his hair is so dry? I’m not necessarily saying he faked it. I’d have no problem believing really did it, because to be honest, it doesn’t make much of a differene to me one way or another, but why is his hair so dry? There should be water running from his hair, down his face. Dripping off his eyelashes. Also, he seems very capable of talking quite well for someone who hasn’t been breathing for the previous 17 minutes.
