What the hell?
I took a trip down the rabbit hole this weekend.
It started yesterday evening when I was half watching the news. An item came on about Ireland’s entry for the Eurovision “Song” Contest.
I knew they were going to vote on Friday night so I carefully and deliberately avoided that programme. However, the Saturday news blessed me with the delights of the winner.
I honestly don’t know how to describe the performance. There was no song, few lyrics that I could discern, just a bunch of weirdos prancing and screeching on stage. To call it music would be a gross insult to all real musicians. The performers were all dressed in spiky Lycra by the looks of it so they literally were a bunch of pricks. The whole thing was performed in a sequence of lights flashing everywhere apparently showing symbols that had been borrowed from the Occult.
Then there is the main performer. It transpired that there was only one and the other pricks were just there to add to the horror. She goes by the name of “Bambie Thug” though apparently she was born Cuntry Ray Robinson. No, that’s not a misspelling. Her parents must have a sense of humour? Anyhows, she’s one of those “woke” crowd who wants to be referred to as “they” or “them”. Out of respect for her wishes I will use the singular non gender specific pronoun and refer to her as it.
It doesn’t want to be classified in any particular musical genre which is good as it’s a tacit admission that it isn’t really music. I would call it “steam punk screech”. However, by all accounts my criticism labels me as Far Right which shows the farce of categories?
So it is going forward to represent Ireland in the Eurovision lark. That ceased to be a song contest years ago and just became a pseudo-political farce where the more outrageous the performance the better.
Ireland will probably win.
It would seem that the music (or lack thereof) is no longer the point. It’s a reminder of my dad’s reaction when he first saw The Beetles on the Ed Sullivan show. “Son, how much creativity does it take to write a song when half the lyrics are Yah, Yah, yah over and over again?”
He was born in 1910 and for him the day the music died had nothing to do with American Pie, it was when Glenn Miller’s plane went down.
There was a lot of stuff floating around that I disliked in my yoof. What happened in the sixties onward was that groups started experimenting with proper melodies and harmonies. There is quite a lot of modern stuff I like, but I draw the line at repetitive lyrics or air. Music should be pleasing to the ear, and I would contend that discordant, repetitive screeching and monotonous beat is anything but pleasing. As for rap…..!
At the very end of the Late show advert what is wrong with the poor owl?
Too much cocaine floating around the dressing room.
Didn’t the winning twice in succession (thank you Johnny Logan) nearly bankrupt the Irish television industry, by having to host this contest both times? Perhaps this is a cunning ploy, so they don’t have to do it again?
In which case we have been remarkably successful for the last 27 years? Credit where credit is due….
Gawd!!, I feel sorry for Ireland, are you sure that is not a bloke in drag!?