A bad song, is a bad song, writes journalist Sara Valavaara.
The Rasmus will represent Finland at the 2022 Eurovision Song Contest. AOP
I was lying in a fence in a cottage in 2005 listening to the Eurovision broadcast on the radio. I thought to myself that I own a boring boring program, but I guess you have to like this.
My sister and mother collected points on checkered paper and evaluated the performances, each of which sounded disgusting to my ear. Or mostly strange and controversial.
Memories of the wisdom are mainly from the time when Verka Serduchka appeared in her folio costume and when we heard on the radio during a patrol that the Lord has won the Eurovision Song Contest.
However, a more noteworthy memory of the same trip was that we did not dare to drink juice mixed with lake water when one of the wolf cubs told horror stories about tapeworms.
Major music events have always been on my mind and I follow the Finnish UMK qualifiers, for example, with great interest. The only thing in it is that I don’t get too excited about wisdom.
On top of all that, I greatly appreciate the values and drawbacks that visas reveal. I am always on the minority side, and I admire people who dare to be in the midst of the crossfire of this life.
Yet for years, I have been horrified by the political inaccuracy of the Eurovision Song Contest, which was fortunately raised, for example, this year when Russia was kicked out of the race.
And this is not the first time a country convicted of human rights abuses has felt in Rivo, in a celebration of joy, love and light.
It would seem impossible to hold a pan-European music event without politics, especially as the reprehensible and unjust war is raging in Ukraine.
For all my sympathy for Ukraine, I hope the Eurovision winner is the one whose song is truly the best – not the one who is the political winner.
It’s also great that there are people carrying a visa-related data bank inside. It’s as important to them as anything else is to me. It’s not out of my mind.
However, I personally feel that Eurovision is a glued-on event, which mainly means lying on the couch with the TV running in the background. Or will I say I wouldn’t cancel any of my spending because of visas.
The songs often sound heavy to my ears, and I don’t get a grip on them. This argument of mine has been criticized by saying that the songs are now only are such at Eurovision.
And now I say it: a bad song is a bad song, even if it shines in butter.
Although there are undoubtedly quite a few visa copies: Måneski was a refreshing bet and yes Jezebel has sounded as far away from the earbuds as it has in the spring.
Not forgetting the winner of the year, 1971 Séverinen And banc, and abre, une ruewhich Carolakin made Wood, bench and park road version.
I learned this too when I watched a video from Youtube out of pure interest that had the most horrible and beautiful videos ever put together in one package.
It was a funny video.