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…)
