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Javine sang well despite her much publicised throat problem. Appearing on stage in a handkerchief can't have helped though.
No translation problems since just about everyone sings in English these days since the rule change. Except the French, bless 'em.
The Ukrainian stage is a triumph of bright lights and techno gadgetry. I expect Two Unlimited to appear any minute. The hosts are wearing little bluetooth pieces but still shout excitedly in a less high tech way. Sweet, really.
I wish I could supply intelligent comment on the 24 aspiring Chansons d'Eurovision but they all sounded the same to me and that wasn't just musical fogeyness and deafness talking. Apart from Michelle MacManus representing Malta, they were all the same song and that was identical to last year's percussive winner. Drums, drums and more drums, with occasional half naked dancing boys.
The Ukrainian one sticks out as the anthem of the "Orange Revolution", performed by Kiev's answer to the Beastie Boy (strangely named Green Jolly, possibly Ukrainian for sweetcorn in a tin.) In translating the lyrics into English they had apparently lost the references to giving oral satisfaction to President Yushchenko and appeared to be begging for a Latte, straight up, in the chorus.
Now they're about to vote. I have several more bottles of vino tinto to see me through the long hours of thinly disguised European warfare. No point going out clubbing since all the other little poofs will be at home in front of the tv too.
I may fall asleep instead. |
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