Showing posts with label eurovision. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eurovision. Show all posts
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Back when we kept our coats on on stage.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 08, 2009
Moscow bans gay pride
*again*
Only this time, they're banning a gay pride on the day of the Eurovision final. A day with lots of cameras in Moscow. And a festival which has brought a lot of gays to the city. Pride organisors have asked Eurovision participants to show their solidarity with the gay rights movement.
Let's see if any of them do.
Only this time, they're banning a gay pride on the day of the Eurovision final. A day with lots of cameras in Moscow. And a festival which has brought a lot of gays to the city. Pride organisors have asked Eurovision participants to show their solidarity with the gay rights movement.
Let's see if any of them do.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Oh, tuck it back in....
Winning Eurovision has its benefits: you get a glass-studded dildo, the praise of millions of Europeans, a couple of mentions on Line Out, and in Dima Bilan's case you even get a street named after you. A street!! Why not rename the whole city while they're at it? "Dima Bilantown", come on Medvedev, you know you want to...
Unfortunately winning Eurovision also has its drawbacks. Apart from costing your home country millions of Euros (or Roubles) to organise this campfest, there's also the hatred of millions of Europeans, you invariably get accused of plagiarism (every single year) and this time bad halfnude photos resurface with whispered gossip of "gay porn"and "escort".
Not in Russia, of course, where Dima is well on the way to sainthood (hey, the man resurrects ballerinas and little kids, I'd like to see you try it!), but pretty much everywhere else.
But look what a sex scandal did for George Michael's career! It can only increase his popularity in the gay community. And what else could Dima be aiming for? It's all one big plot to make this boring song a tad more interesting. I bet the KGB's involved....
Unfortunately winning Eurovision also has its drawbacks. Apart from costing your home country millions of Euros (or Roubles) to organise this campfest, there's also the hatred of millions of Europeans, you invariably get accused of plagiarism (every single year) and this time bad halfnude photos resurface with whispered gossip of "gay porn"and "escort".
Not in Russia, of course, where Dima is well on the way to sainthood (hey, the man resurrects ballerinas and little kids, I'd like to see you try it!), but pretty much everywhere else.
But look what a sex scandal did for George Michael's career! It can only increase his popularity in the gay community. And what else could Dima be aiming for? It's all one big plot to make this boring song a tad more interesting. I bet the KGB's involved....
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
What I don't like about Eurovision
I don't like the days after the shows: Today, Friday, Sunday. When your country gets through, everything’s fine and all was fair. When it doesn’t… Oh dear. Everyone has an opinion, even when they haven’t watched the show, and everyone is so quick to place the blame: political voting here, eastbloc there, withdrawal! Withdrawal!... I really hate it.
Yes, there is biased voting. To call it “political” would not be the right term.
But yes, emigrants vote for their country of origin, neighbours vote for each other -because it's what they know- and yeah, horrible songs or bad singing will get through to the final or the top ten based on that. And that's frustrating. I don’t like it either, but still it's only natural. If I were to move to … I don’t know, Serbia, I’d vote for Belgium in Eurovision. Of course I would.
I still feel that a very good song will make it, no matter what. I honestly believe that. But it's also true that countries like Belgium, the Netherlands, the big four, … have to send songs that are a lot better than most other countries to make it through, because there are hardly any neighbours, emigrants or whatever to back them. And I get the frustration in that.
Let’s talk about Andy Abraham for a second. It’s not a bad song, it' s perfectly decent. However, it's destined for the bottom four. It just doesn’t stand out. But if Armenia were to send Andy Abraham, they'd make the top ten easily. What can we do about it? Nothing much I think.
Should this kind of stuff ruin the fun of Eurovision? I hope not. I think we should start caring less about our place in the ranking (a bad Armenian song will finish tenth, a bad Belgian song will finish last. A decent Turkish song will finish fifth, a decent Belgian song will finish fifteenth. The sooner we accept that and learn not to care, the better) and just concentrate on sending a nice song. If it appeals to all of Europe, it’ll win no matter what. If it doesn’t… well, depending on where you’re from you’ll either finish last or finish in the low parts of the first half of the scoreboard. Who cares. It’s just a silly –fantastic, fabulous, amazing- song contest, after all.
Yes, there is biased voting. To call it “political” would not be the right term.
But yes, emigrants vote for their country of origin, neighbours vote for each other -because it's what they know- and yeah, horrible songs or bad singing will get through to the final or the top ten based on that. And that's frustrating. I don’t like it either, but still it's only natural. If I were to move to … I don’t know, Serbia, I’d vote for Belgium in Eurovision. Of course I would.
I still feel that a very good song will make it, no matter what. I honestly believe that. But it's also true that countries like Belgium, the Netherlands, the big four, … have to send songs that are a lot better than most other countries to make it through, because there are hardly any neighbours, emigrants or whatever to back them. And I get the frustration in that.
Let’s talk about Andy Abraham for a second. It’s not a bad song, it' s perfectly decent. However, it's destined for the bottom four. It just doesn’t stand out. But if Armenia were to send Andy Abraham, they'd make the top ten easily. What can we do about it? Nothing much I think.
Should this kind of stuff ruin the fun of Eurovision? I hope not. I think we should start caring less about our place in the ranking (a bad Armenian song will finish tenth, a bad Belgian song will finish last. A decent Turkish song will finish fifth, a decent Belgian song will finish fifteenth. The sooner we accept that and learn not to care, the better) and just concentrate on sending a nice song. If it appeals to all of Europe, it’ll win no matter what. If it doesn’t… well, depending on where you’re from you’ll either finish last or finish in the low parts of the first half of the scoreboard. Who cares. It’s just a silly –fantastic, fabulous, amazing- song contest, after all.
Monday, May 19, 2008
The Eurovision party
I hope some of you are now intrigued enough to watch this year’s Eurovision Song Contest. It should be shown on a number of channels e.g. ETV Internacional, most major European channels and it will be streamed on the official website (here). The first semi is on May 20th, second on May 22nd and the Final on Saturday May 24th, each time live at 21:00 CET (I think that’s noon for you folks in Seattle). If you download or tape it, make sure you’re not spoiled beforehand, because that would be a real shame.
Now what do you need for a Eurovision party? Booze, obviously. Lots of it. There are a Eurovision Drinking games here and there for those of you who need to be drunk to be able to sit through an entire night of questionable music.
But apart from that, score sheets are also essential. You can make them yourself (find the list of participants at the Eurovision website) or if you wait long enough, the BBC usually makes a handy one for the final. You can score on song, singing, lyrics, outfits, performance, key changes, general ridiculousness or hotness of the performers. Whatever works for you! Derive your winner from that and be prepared to be pissed of if Europe doesn’t agree with you.
Flags are nice, those little paper ones, but not the ones you put on cheese, those are too small, I know.. I’ve tried. You definitely need a country to back. For Europeans, it’s easy, just pick your own country (or *don’t*, as is usually the case for me), but for the rest of the world this opens a range of possibilities. Choose a country for its name, because it’s where your ancestors’ roots lie, because it’s your favourite holiday destination, because you like the song the most (or least) or because no-one else wants it (Belgium comes in handy in this last category). Defend this country and this song, no matter your personal feelings towards it, to the death. Shout at everyone who’s bitchy about it and hate all the countries that declined to vote for it. Drag wars into it if you have to –you wouldn’t believe the amount of times World War two gets mentioned around here at Eurovision time-. Be prepared to feel gutted if your favourite doesn’t make it even close to the top ten.
The big difference between the semis and the final is the voting. In the semis, the presenters will just get envelopes and read out who got through to the final. During the final the votes are given live (an example of this here). The votes are half the fun of Eurovision. Every single country has a satellite link and shows a local celebrity sitting in front of a national landmark. You’ll have a Brit sitting in front of Big Ben (ok, a blue screen with Big Ben projected on it, but still), a Frenchman in front of the Eiffel tower and here and there someone who just didn’t bother with landmarks and who sits in front of ugly wallpaper. Even when giving out the scores, Europe tries to impress. The voting usually takes well over an hour and is stereotypically the same. The country mentions where they’re calling from, they compliment the presenters on a magnificent show, try to say something in the native language of the host country, and if they go on too long you can see the presenters thinking “get the fuck on with it, you’ve only got one minute”. Entertainment guaranteed. They give their country’s three highest scores, the rest automatically appears on the screen, the audience in the arena starts booing if their country didn’t get any points, and they’re off again. On to the next country. This is where the bitching really starts. Conspiracy theories! Bloc votes! Politics! Ethnic Cleansing! Everything and anything goes as an explanation why your country didn’t get its rightful place in the ranking.
So, dress up, wave your flags, fill in your scoresheets, gently mock the contestants
who deserve it, and be sure to acknowledge those who are fabulous. Have fun!
And for your (or my) enjoyment: two Eurovision Queens. First up: Deen from Bosnia & Herzegovina (9th in 2005), who might technically not be a queen, but ... well... He wants! To dance! All night! In the discoooo....
And Helena Paparizou (winner in 2004) and her gorgeous men (note the Fire/Desire rhyme):
Now what do you need for a Eurovision party? Booze, obviously. Lots of it. There are a Eurovision Drinking games here and there for those of you who need to be drunk to be able to sit through an entire night of questionable music.
But apart from that, score sheets are also essential. You can make them yourself (find the list of participants at the Eurovision website) or if you wait long enough, the BBC usually makes a handy one for the final. You can score on song, singing, lyrics, outfits, performance, key changes, general ridiculousness or hotness of the performers. Whatever works for you! Derive your winner from that and be prepared to be pissed of if Europe doesn’t agree with you.
Flags are nice, those little paper ones, but not the ones you put on cheese, those are too small, I know.. I’ve tried. You definitely need a country to back. For Europeans, it’s easy, just pick your own country (or *don’t*, as is usually the case for me), but for the rest of the world this opens a range of possibilities. Choose a country for its name, because it’s where your ancestors’ roots lie, because it’s your favourite holiday destination, because you like the song the most (or least) or because no-one else wants it (Belgium comes in handy in this last category). Defend this country and this song, no matter your personal feelings towards it, to the death. Shout at everyone who’s bitchy about it and hate all the countries that declined to vote for it. Drag wars into it if you have to –you wouldn’t believe the amount of times World War two gets mentioned around here at Eurovision time-. Be prepared to feel gutted if your favourite doesn’t make it even close to the top ten.
The big difference between the semis and the final is the voting. In the semis, the presenters will just get envelopes and read out who got through to the final. During the final the votes are given live (an example of this here). The votes are half the fun of Eurovision. Every single country has a satellite link and shows a local celebrity sitting in front of a national landmark. You’ll have a Brit sitting in front of Big Ben (ok, a blue screen with Big Ben projected on it, but still), a Frenchman in front of the Eiffel tower and here and there someone who just didn’t bother with landmarks and who sits in front of ugly wallpaper. Even when giving out the scores, Europe tries to impress. The voting usually takes well over an hour and is stereotypically the same. The country mentions where they’re calling from, they compliment the presenters on a magnificent show, try to say something in the native language of the host country, and if they go on too long you can see the presenters thinking “get the fuck on with it, you’ve only got one minute”. Entertainment guaranteed. They give their country’s three highest scores, the rest automatically appears on the screen, the audience in the arena starts booing if their country didn’t get any points, and they’re off again. On to the next country. This is where the bitching really starts. Conspiracy theories! Bloc votes! Politics! Ethnic Cleansing! Everything and anything goes as an explanation why your country didn’t get its rightful place in the ranking.
So, dress up, wave your flags, fill in your scoresheets, gently mock the contestants
who deserve it, and be sure to acknowledge those who are fabulous. Have fun!
And for your (or my) enjoyment: two Eurovision Queens. First up: Deen from Bosnia & Herzegovina (9th in 2005), who might technically not be a queen, but ... well... He wants! To dance! All night! In the discoooo....
And Helena Paparizou (winner in 2004) and her gorgeous men (note the Fire/Desire rhyme):
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