For the first time ever, I took part in a phone-vote last night.
I hate phone-votes, because they have led to a cheap, tacky format of television programming. I won’t watch any program that involves a public vote, including all those horrendous ‘celebrity house’ type fiascos and those ‘you’re a star’ cattle markets.
But last night was different. Because for the first time, I was effectively voting against that very kind of programme.
I remember watching Butch Moore singing “Walking the streets in the rain” back in 1965. The good old days of black and white! I watched it in a neighbours house because my mother wouldn’t have a television in the house. Ireland came sixth, which wasn’t bad for a first entry.
In the early days of the Eurovision, it was a song contest. There was a resident orchestra, which meant that it was a very level playing pitch. Gimmicks weren’t allowed. The song stood on its lyrics and the music.
Now, it’s a fiasco. It’s a stage event. The “songs” take back stage to the visual gimmickry and flashy production. There are semi-naked dancers and pyrotechnics which have nothing whatsoever to do with singing.
Personally, I couldn’t give a shite. It’s only a television programme, when all is said and done.
Last night, I watched five contestants offering up their usual bland [sorry, lads and lasses] crap that wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance of winning. And I watch Dustin.
Ireland’s contestant in Eurovision 2009.
Dustin is the perfect send-up of what the Eurovision has become. If they want to play silly-buggers, then we will show them how it should be done.
Musically, Dustin is crap [despite having loads of hit singles and albums under his belt/feathers]. The lyrics are a send-up of the song contest itself. Visually it is car crash television. It is perfect! He is the ultimate two fingers to the whole of Europe.
I think Dustin has a good chance of winning. They won’t know what hit them. They are going to have to vote for a turkey that is demanding that they give Ireland ‘douze pointe’.
I have only two things to say….
Don’t mess with the Irish!
G’wan ya good thing!