I listened to the Eurovision songs in three sittings, mainly because i couldn’t listen any longer than that.
I hated them all: A discordant jangling of musical instruments along with virtually unintelligible words.Ii gave all but three of the songs from a cris cross of European countries in competition, just one hearing and that was enough.
The transvestite, sorry i dont know what country he came from, probably he didn’t either, I found so highly distracting with his beard and long dress i gave a second hearing to make sure his appearance wasn’t swaying my judgment. It wasn’t. The one about baking a cake, again country unknown, I listened to three times to make sure i had not misunderstood the words. I hadn’t. The Russian one called “Shine” I actually loved; the music was gentle, the words inspirational and the twins who sang it lovely.
Not content with my findings, I did a little survey and found I was getting one word from people on the street either Russia or Shine. Somebody in the cafe where I do my outreach work said it was all political and that certain countries would only vote for each other. This started a rather heated debate by all sat round the table; the lady in charge kept shooting me looks for starting a riot in an otherwise quiet place. They finally decided if russia won they would accept the judges decision .
My favorite song in the world right this second is “Are You Having Any Fun “ by the English dancehall duo from the 1940s Flanagan And Allan – a far cry from this Eurovision racket
a collection of genres all united under the same gothic roof
Kali uses it creatively
everything she has done this past two years has proven itself important
“wastes no time with things like verses and other niceties deemed unnecessary on its direct route to fun”
X have two nights at the Teragram Ballroom
a good (not great) album with maybe two top notch tracks
Adele rules Britannia
in New York City, in the snow, at Christmas time and on Broadway
To Michael Wolff, Ronan Farrow is a fraud