May. 15th, 2011 08:11 pm
You're a vision, yours a vision!
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aadroma that I gave some serious consideration to the idea before bowing to the inevitability of my lameassedness. monshu, of course, couldn't be dragged downstate even if you pickled him in vodka and lashed him to a sledge for anything, much less Eurovision. He confessed that he didn't even really know what Eurovision was.
And that's where the fun began.
I don't know if he ended up listening to all of the selections online, but he got through a goodly portion of them. I had been doing some listening of my own, but with a different aim: to find some of the most cheeseball nominees from ESCs past with which to torture my friends on Facebook. That's how I stumbled upon this absolutely cringe-inducing number from big Swedish bear Roger Pontare. (I just couldn't do it to them.)
Of course, YouTube is like a bitter ex that never forgets a bad turn you've done it, so when I checked in today, I found it had a little recommendation for me:
At first, I thought the nagging familiarity could be put down to whatmonshu was complaining about yesterday, the numbing derivativeness of the bombastic "Eurovision style". But after a minute or so, I realised that the familiarity was first-hand: I had actually heard this song before. But where? Last Advent, during my brief excitement for all things Swedish? Nah. Then when?
At last it dawned on me: Ursavision 2006. If only I had the video and not just the audio, I suspect I never would've forgotten!
aadroma that I gave some serious consideration to the idea before bowing to the inevitability of my lameassedness. monshu, of course, couldn't be dragged downstate even if you pickled him in vodka and lashed him to a sledge for anything, much less Eurovision. He confessed that he didn't even really know what Eurovision was.And that's where the fun began.
I don't know if he ended up listening to all of the selections online, but he got through a goodly portion of them. I had been doing some listening of my own, but with a different aim: to find some of the most cheeseball nominees from ESCs past with which to torture my friends on Facebook. That's how I stumbled upon this absolutely cringe-inducing number from big Swedish bear Roger Pontare. (I just couldn't do it to them.)
Of course, YouTube is like a bitter ex that never forgets a bad turn you've done it, so when I checked in today, I found it had a little recommendation for me:
At first, I thought the nagging familiarity could be put down to what
monshu was complaining about yesterday, the numbing derivativeness of the bombastic "Eurovision style". But after a minute or so, I realised that the familiarity was first-hand: I had actually heard this song before. But where? Last Advent, during my brief excitement for all things Swedish? Nah. Then when?At last it dawned on me: Ursavision 2006. If only I had the video and not just the audio, I suspect I never would've forgotten!
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The name of the event changed a bit over the years. I remember the official name being "Grand-Prix Eurovision de la chanson", back then everybody just called it "der Grand Prix" here. There were a couple of other entertainment shows broadcast via Eurovision ("Einer wird gewinnen", "Wetten, dass...?", "Verstehen Sie Spaß?") and they all started with the Eurovision logo and fanfare. So every time I hear "Eurovision" it makes me think of 80s TV first and foremost. But tbh I haven't been watching the song contest for the last ten years anyway.