Manolo, yes, the Eurovision includes the divine Miss Verka Seduchka, but this does not obviate the fact that the contest is still the blight upon the long-suffering peoples of Europe.
Here are yet more reasons to outlaw, on the grounds of public mental health, the Eurovision.
Would it surprise you to learn this is the French entry?
Singing Slovenian rag bags.
The Norwegians and their golden camel toe.
Georgian sword yodelling.
Please, Polish peoples, keep the hands in sight at all times.
Manolo says, after seeing the latest pictures from the this year’s manifestation of the Eurovision “song” contest the Manolo has decided that action must be taken. The Eurovision Song Contest must be outlawed!
Here are the Manolo’s top five reasons from this year.
1. Shrieking Moldovan hotties in the low-rise, leather half-kilty pants.
2. Danish la Cage aux Fools.
3. Maltese Goldfinger stalker and his victim.
4. Menacing Austro-Seussian fur creatures and their spokesman.
5. Nothing they can ever put on the Eurovision stage will exceed the entertainment value of My Lovely Horse.
Manolo says, this has made the Manolo smile from ear-to-ear all afternoon long.
Manolo says, the Manolo does not usually follow the American Idol, as his tolerance for cheese and schmaltz is surprisingly low, however, he is now unable to ignore the rise of this Sanjaya person.
So, he has very nice hair, yes?
Unfortunately, as everyone acknowledges, his singing voice, unlike his hair, lacks texture and depth and volume, although by the usual American Idol singing standards, in which molto fortissimo fortissimo is considered just the good start, this is not necessarily the bad thing.
What he does have is the innocent and naive charm, and the undeniable stage presence that can only come from being sweet, sassy, and seventeen.
Who cares if the Sanjaya can sing? This competition is not really about the singing, it is really about the television, and the sparkly, bouncy, dippy Sanjaya is good television. Undoubtedly, he has the great future ahead of him.
Manolo says, here is the example of the song that is amusing and catchy and perfectly wonderful in the original version, but which has been reinterpreted into something that is honest and profound and perfectly wonderful in the entirely new version.
The result is that the Manolo cannot decide which he likes better. But, does it really matter? They are both wonderful!
P.S. From the Manolo’s internet friends at the Brothers Judd.
Manolo says, patent leather boots and rich girls who can’t sing are both in again!