||[May. 30th, 2010|03:24 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
I just got back from Oslo and the Eurovision Song Contest. It was amazing, the most fun in years. It's debatable whether 1650NOK is a reasonable price to sit on a plastic bench about 100m from the stage, still I wouldn't trade it for the world. To be sure the gang of faggots behind us who booed loudly when ever we cheered for Russia where an annoyance. Well 30.000 people in a place is the very definition annoying. I enjoyed every excruciating minute. What a horribly delightful mess it was.
Tellingly I'm one of those people who quite like being annoyed, so here come some complaints. What I irks me about peoples view of ESC is not that so many people hate it. But like most things in the media people just regurgitate what ever is in the news papers, or rather what ever they where told by they're television. Its very bourgeoisie to hate it because it's tasteless, and if you're thus inclined; congratulation, you've been successfully brainwashed by “the machine”.
Often entry's who pretend to be in good taste do quite well even if they're shit. Like the 6th place, Belgium. In every news paper all over Europe you could read that this young man is a singer/songwriter, and that he's the Belgian James Blunt. The latter couldn't in any way be said to be a compliment but being a singer/songwriter, that means something to me. Dylan, Drake, Donovan; all them super hawt guitar boys with they're sad mops of dirty hair. To sing of love and social injustice, something more then making a mash up of Walking in Memphis and a Skunk Anancy song (with a hint of Aeorosmith) like this Tom Dick Harry-person did.
"people always say,
Tom, this has gone too far,
but I’m not afraid to chase my dreams,
just me and my guitar".
I don't believe you Tom, you're a slick overproduced ninny and you are a part of the ESC, by definition you have no dreams (because you have no soul). So either cough up some back up dancers in Speedos or get off the stage you "rebel rebel" you. Argh! Trite disguised as talent, my number one pet peeve and my number one interest. I'd rather have overenthusiastically gay eastern European dance troops, dressed as parrots or something, lead by a moron like DJ BoBo or who ever, any day of the eurovision week. I firmly believe that art should never be "in good taste". This of course also concerns the winner. It had a better tune and was not as obviously plagiarized as the Belgian one, but it also lives up to western standards and expectations of what is "good" pop. I knew it would win. When Denmark got 12 points two times in a row I was totally freaking out. I was terrified of being wrong, but luckily it was a fluke. (I can't stand being wrong.) Denmark, yaiks! Too me that was the biggest surprise of the contest, I thought the Police and Every Breath You Take was too famous too be copied successfully in the ESC, but that is not the case it seems. I do get that the contest will always be plagued by plagiarism and intermediate acts. I love that to, some things just are and will always be.
A gay friend of mine rightly commented on the hypocrisy of the assertion that ESC is gay culture. Or rather the fallacy of assuming there exists any such thing. It is an interesting phenomenon that being a gay man by definition turns you in to the very lowest incarnation of woman in matters of taste. I think my assumption of kitsch culture makes me cooler. Cool people always go slumming, but I also do believe firmly that ESC is class war, (and cool people always enjoy a good class war.) Being camp is rebellion in the way that pride in what is not valued is a great weapon for change. So it’s about solidarity and not about being a himbo. You should think carefully about this, because if you love it just because you want to sleep with people who are the same sex as you then that’s not a very good reason. This is about opposing the norms, and not kowtowing too our “betters” in matters of taste or love. Its not a case of natural preference, and I’m happy too see ESC also becoming more of a lesbian affair. Overhearing the conversation of the boys in the seats behind us was just excruciating. They pretended to be experts though most of there musings showed little reflection and often turned out to be quite wrong. They actually seem to think that a camp entry would win, and though this is not unheard of, it was very unlikely this year. When we asked them if they could please not boo when we cheered for out favourite Russia, one of them told me “bitch please, this is Eurovision”. I do realize that some of my ideas about the ESC are perhaps a little lofty, but I don’t think booing shows quite the right form. (Except in the Grease/Cypress matter.) It’s not Woodstock but it is peace somehow, and love and unity. This is why I didn’t bring a Palestinian flag to wave during Israel’s entry, I won’t demonstrate against culture and leave that for fascists. I’d rather skip an orange or two than Dana International.
We where discussing the high marks received by Russia from Israel and I remarked on the emigration of the Russian Jews to Israel over the last decade (an emigration that has by some been classed as something closer to deportation) and that you would think they’d not have too great of an opinion of they’re "mother Russia" at this point in time. For some reason I was half expecting Israel to give they’re 12 points to Germany, but of course that didn’t happen. My friend Charlotte remarked “They have already forgiven Russia, but not yet Germany”. I loled so hard. It’s a funny old world, where genocide and pop music makes for the best Saturday entertainment. Anyways... Pictures:
Lovely Germans on the buss. Congrats!
Charlotte usually thinks it's cruel to keep animals in cages, but this time even she approves.
I love this picture. Sunnivas peace sign and the German lurking in the left hand corner. Peace in the middle east.
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