The Pop Apocalypse, Part One
Manolo says, even during the practice sessions, this disaster known as the Eurovision lays waste to the very essence of European culture, taking the grand and dignified traditions of the Continent and reducing them to…
…breathy Belgian vixens suggestively acting out scenes of proto-freudian lust…
…Deutscher Cowboys yodelling Wagner’s Grand Ole Oprys…
…Poles paying tribute to their national hero Wladziu Valentino Liberace!
One shudders to think what horrors await us in the coming days.
May 16th, 2006 at 10:00 pm
hmmmmmmm. Perhaps the Eurovision is a contest of the one upmanship - which country can be most outrageous.
But they did give the world ABBA!
May 16th, 2006 at 10:43 pm
Popoclypse Now
Staring at the postmodern continental horror that is the Eurovision Song Contest, Manolo has just witnessed the end of the world as we know it, but he feels fine….
May 17th, 2006 at 12:32 am
Sarah from Israel wishes to know, when are the Israelis performing? Are they destined to horrify the Manolo? I wait with bated breath.
May 17th, 2006 at 3:25 am
… and I am looking very much forward to it! It’s like a car crash, where one simply can’t take one’s eyes away from it! *g*
May 17th, 2006 at 5:07 am
Shiloh,
they did also give the world Celine Dion. Nuff said :)
May 17th, 2006 at 5:11 am
Sarah,
Israel performs a generic american soul song on Saturday. Reports have not been favourable about Israel’s chances this year. It’s not horrible, but it’s not interesting either.
And the Polish people…my lord; that man in the green hair takes himself very seriously, doesn’t he. That can’t be a good sign :)
May 17th, 2006 at 5:35 am
i did not know, gringo. but is not the celine dion canadian? how can she be in the eurovision if she is not from the euro lands?
but if she did, then i will close my eyes, turn up the volume on the ABBA, sing along and try to forget ms dion.
May 17th, 2006 at 5:50 am
Shiloh,
Switzerland hired her to win it for them in 1988. “Ne partez pas sans moi”. It wasn’t until after the ESC win she became famous. She didn’t even speak English back then.
http://www.keithm.utvinternet.com/Winners.htm
Scroll down to 1988 and you can see the whole spectacle, before the stylists got to her :)
May 17th, 2006 at 11:36 am
Oh i do hope we get nuls points again.
May 17th, 2006 at 1:01 pm
Switzerland hired her to win it for them in 1988.
She was a ringer?
May 17th, 2006 at 7:33 pm
Haha! Wagner’s Grand Ole Oprys!!
I bet next year we can tune in to Hindemith’s Miestersinger rendered as the Scheisstersinger.
May 17th, 2006 at 7:34 pm
Haha! Wagner’s Grand Ole Oprys!!
I bet next year we can tune in to Hindemith’s Miestersinger rendered as the Scheisstersinger.
May 17th, 2006 at 8:07 pm
Ahhh, spring! When flowers bloom and Eurovision pops eardrums and frightens the horses!
May 18th, 2006 at 3:12 am
I like her pink pajamas!
Manolo, here’s some guys live-blogging straight from Athens!!!!
Ayyyyy! They think Finland’s got a chance!
http://akoe06.livejournal.com/
May 18th, 2006 at 11:01 am
Viva Lordi!
May 18th, 2006 at 1:43 pm
Morbid curiosity? That’s what draws people to this crap?
May 18th, 2006 at 6:25 pm
I cannot wait for the Finnish Death-Metal rockers. On the BBC, they had an online poll on who should win and those guys had like 80% of the votes. Heh.
May 18th, 2006 at 7:12 pm
“Deutscher Cowboys yodelling Wagner’s Grand Ole Oprys…”
First prize - a week in Nashville. Second prize - 2 weeks in Nashville. Third prize - a month in Branson…..
May 18th, 2006 at 10:53 pm
Even the Manolo must admit that compared to the pop travesties of Eurovision and Wherever Idol, punk rock makes lots of sense. Rejection of style (or alternative style of Perfecto jackets, jeans with holes honestly acquired, and the superfantastic Chucks that feel like your favorite slippers before they disintegrate) is one thing, but does that Polish fellow really think it is time for a revival of the cuirass? It is one thing to say “yes” to style; it is another thing to say “no”; but these are people who say “huh?” It is almost enough to make me insist that my barber give me a Mohawk.
Where is the irony? Where is the self-awareness? Where is the sense of personal style? What key is this stupid song in, and who thought it was a good idea to make me sing it? These are questions demanding answers.
May 19th, 2006 at 9:31 pm
My eyes are burning!
May 20th, 2006 at 2:31 pm
Heck, I thought the guy in the third picture was John Galliano!