I spent most of Saturday watching Eurovision, the European song contest. I watch Eurovision for the same reason I read old pulps and watch low-budget horror: I can get a similar form of entertainment here and now and from Hollywood, but not at that level of crazy. It’s the difference between Snakes on a Plane and Sharktopus; the gap between albino-assassin-lineage-of-Christ ludicrous and let’s-bring-a-mummy-back-from-the-dead* ludicrous.
Eurovision is Sharktopus crazy.
I twittered madly throughout the concert. Many of the songs were great; I bought the official album, I’ve been listening to it constantly. But the songs are second in my mind to the promise of spectacle.
The Ukraine had sand painting.
Moldova–blessed Moldova–wore gnome hats and had an angel trumpeter on a unicycle.
That’s Eurovision.
May 4, 2014 at 7:53 pm
[…] on Twitter for more than a year or so, you already know that the European Song Contest, Eurovision, makes me happier than anything else on earth. Wall-to-wall Europop punctuated by backflips and fountains of fire and clowns–it’s […]
May 12, 2014 at 7:38 pm
LoL I’ve never followed Eurovision… I’m not even sure I could given our current cable situation, but watching you and your sister enjoy it on Twitter is fun for me 🙂
May 12, 2014 at 7:51 pm
We watch it streaming on Eurovision.tv! The finals are on YouTube now, in case you ever got the urge to check them out. 🙂