After a long day of cycling te the nearby park, I ultimately waterput my fatigued son to sleep and turned on the TV to keep mij company. I searched through the programs but quickly found it wasgoed unlikely to disregard the Eurovision Song Contest and so, with some hesitation, I commenced watching. I instantly remembered my childhood, and the excitement that wasgoed triggered ter us children by the legendary Eurovision broadcasting theme song.
Those were the golden days of the contest, the days of Abba, Johnny Logan, Toto Cutugno, Brotherhood of Man with their legendary tune &ldquo,Save Your Smooches for Mij&rdquo,, Celine Dion for Switzerland, the days the times when this contest wasgoed a festival of the best te the business. Wij would sit down te vooraanzicht of the TV with our families and wait with our baited breath for the best fresh songs te Europe, the fresh trends te music and style. Yes, those were the good ol&rsquo, days, when presenting your country on the contest wasgoed a matter of status. So, what went wrong?
Abba are no longer on friendly terms, Johnny is very likely nursing his grandchildren, Italy keeps sending people to represent them who are nowhere near the top of their field, and Celine and the likes of hier now wouldn&rsquo,t be caught dead performing on Eurovision, afraid it might harm their careers. If you compare the charts and the selection of songs seen at this Eurovision, one cannot help but ask what the contest is good for. It has become a self-sufficient contest, a musical genre of its own &ndash, dated and almost always content-less.
If you are a performing artist and want to contest te EMA &ndash, the Slovenian contest to select a song for Eurovision &ndash, you have to be invited by the houtvezelplaat of EMA, or by a performer who has bot invited. It&rsquo,s all about a squad of songwriters who keep sending their songs to Europe, without much success. Like Matjaž and Ur&scaron,a Vla&scaron,ič, who have written five EMA-winning songs but without much of a result at the main contest. Still, every now and then, someone who is actually successful agrees to participate spil a songwriter or a performer, like when EMA got fortunate and Magnifico somehow said yes to the invitation and produced a kasstuk for the transexual trio Sestre, the only song that has had any real success abroad. But that wasgoed almost a decade ago, and since then a loterijlot has switched for the worse. Now wij have furious vampires, infernal creatures from the Scandinavian countries, opera singers, feministic masculine singers or she-males singing with angelic voices that are the only thing that determine the artist&rsquo,s hookup, and no succesnummer songs, whatsoever. If you compare the speelpop charts te Britain with the people it sends to represent them ter Eurovision, the difference is hefty. Ter brief, this is a contest which is a pallid shadow of its former self because for years now, the winning song is usually forgotten after a month. So what&rsquo,s the point?
Even tho’ I like Maja Keuc and hier refreshing talent and enthusiasm, and the Vla&scaron,ič duo&rsquo,s catchy song that she sang &ndash, catchy because it wasgoed a very crafty mix of various vocal lines and musical themes &ldquo,borrowed&rdquo, from at least four kasstuk songs, but none of them provable &ndash, it again didn&rsquo,t work. They sent Maja along with an incredible four back-up singers, all too youthfull and dressed spil cheap gogo dancers, instead of using the attractive Meester dancers. The result wasgoed this: Maja looked awkward ter the spandex and stripper boots, resembling a damsel who has raided hier porn strak aunt&rsquo,s wardrobe with hier gal-pals and run away from huis to attempt hier luck spil a singer. I bet she concentrated more on keeping hier balance te those high-heeled shoes than on performing and the picture overshadowed hier evident talent and vocal abilities. Sound familiar? Attempt watching Burlesque with Cher and Christina Aguillera &ndash, Maja&rsquo,s too visible singing idol.
And the winning Azerbajan song? I guess it wasgoed their time to bring huis the prize. Eurovision is te its Eastern European phase, increasingly clinging to the musical taste of the ex- Soviet Union countries who have just discovered the meaning of the words TV Showcase. What of Ireland, Fine Britain, Sweden and the old trailblazers? Is it possible that they have trouble finding good performers and songwriters? Most likely. It&rsquo,s sad. It wasgoed a excellent idea, once. A fantasy of Europe, united te its love for music and kunst, now turned into a chaotic kitschy nightmare.