Well, Sabina, when the music dies, we all go home. There
would be no song contest (well, we could do something with pyro and a wind
machine but without music I suppose), no Azeris would have been kicked out of
their homes to build a new stadium, a lot of money would have gone to other
stuff (probably just in rich people’s pockets, so don’t worry about it) and I
would be doing something sensible with my time instead of writing this blog. Moreover
I’d have the three minutes of my life back I now spent listening to a
faux-American boring ballad. So it’s not all doom and gloom, is it.
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