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Rick's b.log - 2024/05/09 |
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Today was a huge vide grenier in, if I remember, Essé. That's where last year I got myself a pressure cooker, and on the way home I stopped by an ancient old megalithic structure that, unlike Stonehenge, you can actually go and look at, wander around. You can read about this here.
I didn't go. Just didn't feel like it.
So in the morning I properly added iCalendar support to Tea, and discovered that Google's Amazing Coders have made yet another glaring inconsistency. There is an option in Tea to set a notification to appear five minutes before each programme. If you import the .ics
file directly into the Calendar app on Android, all of these notifications will be discarded. If, however, you import the exact same file using the desktop version of calendars.google.com, they will be retained. Brilliant job!
Once the day had warmed up, I set up my hammock for the first time this year and spent some time idly staring at the whisps of clouds and watching icky caterpillars (semi-transparent with black heads, looked like maggots, I think this is some sort of moth) floating down from the tree.
After a while I let Anna out and she would rampage for a bit, then wander back to the shady part gasping and panting. Hey, furball, it was twenty! If you're like that at 20°C, how will you cope in the summer? After she had cooled down a little, she'd be off again until she overheated and crawled back. Like an ADHD cat.
Eventually she took herself home so I closed the door after leaving her something nice to eat.
Then I sat out a bit longer and... have done very little. Today is a rest day. Almost. I have two and a bit hours of song contest to get through, all in preparation for the ever-increasing Grand Final on Saturday.
But, alas, tonight we're looking to see which ten of the sixteen second bunch will qualify for the Grand Final. I have with me a glass of hot milk (from powder because I'm lazy) and a beef/pepper/pasta ready meal (because I'm lazy). If I get peckish later, Ritz biscuits and Philadelphia.
So without any further blah blah, let's get to it.
As usual (sorry, a brief bit of extra blah blah) I have not followed anything on social media, watched the videos, artist interviews, publicity, and articles. I am keeping this old school and it's all fresh for me on the night. So these are my reactions having never heard any of the songs before now. No, not even the British and/or French ones.
Now let's get on to things.
With repetitive flashing images, it's showtime on BBC One...
Bah dah da-da-da-dah daah da dum...
We start with a recap of who qualified, because Tuesday was so long ago that we simply don't remember what happened, right?
Following this, a prerecorded segment where the hosts Petra and... what was her name again? Marlin? Play tribute to Loreen with a comically silly rendition of a song giving directions from Stockholm to Malmö.
Petra comes out wearing an epic red dress that looks like a cross between something religious and a movie villian. Malin's outfit... looks like a giant raspberry ripple ice cream.
Viewers in the UK cannot vote this evening. I wonder how many times they'll repeat that tonight? Maybe it ought to be a drinking game?
Right, five minutes in, it begins.
Okay, yup. Weird as hell but a memorable performance. Finally a song worthy of saying "This is impressive". A big ballad, the staging... There's no "meh" here.
Plenty of energy here too. I guess I may have been wrong about thinking this contest would suck. Lots of shouting, and - is this supposed to be about getting over a broken relationship?
No idea what the hell that was about but it certainly would have woken up granny.
A bit about a Norwegian legend called Jahn Taigen, but it was from long ago so I think people might think the Norwegian legend goes by the name Alexander.
And, well, Petra messed up reading the autocue and handled it like a pro. Quick cut away to all of the memorable songs that fared badly in the scores (probably so Petra can facepalm without it being seen).
Hey, is that Slimane? Yes, it is. He's a pop star in France, and he's singing "Mon Amour". And that's a "gentle" ballad being performed by a guy wearing a teabag.
There's a certain sort of French song that takes the idea of ballad up to eleven. He's basically channelling his inner Céline Dion here.
And just to ram the point home, he walks like three metres back from the microphone and absolutely belts it.
That's... actually quite an impressive entry for France. Yes, it's very predictably like almost every other French song (Barbara Pravi, anyone?), but when you get it performed as well as this... I can see the juries rating this highly.
Are these semifinals decided randomly? It seems that tonight is somewhat perkier than Tuesday.
Some more natter with the hosts, no doubt for going out to adverts on lesser channels.
The most ticket buyers to attend the concert are from the UK.
A complete change of pace here (again) for the very serious entry. Good vocals, but a very restrained performance. Looked like he was about to cry at the end, so I guess this song means something to him.
As for the backing dancers, I can just imagine the more conservative viewers trying to explain to their children why blokes are in knee-high boots and what looks like a giant black nappy. Just think, it's not Zorra, it's Zardoz.
Who would have thought I'd mention Zardoz (the weirdest film I have ever seen) twice in a month?
This seems unexpectedly popular in the audience.
Huh? It's like a goth punk version of Netta. Do you think this is how NCIS's Abby unwinds? Well, maybe if she spoke Spanish?
I'm not overly taken by the song, it's more shouting than music... but I certainly appreciate the aesthetic. Creepy-good!
This will probably qualify due to being a bit batshit. But, oh my god.
It has an unexpectedly touching end, but, sorry... it was a nighmare of idiocy getting there.
Okay, time to stop the recording at an hour and a half-ish, then restart it. And, twice in less than a minute the announcers point out that the UK cannot vote... oh for god's sake, a third time.
Okay, well, I was wrong. I'll admit it. This second semifinal was way better than the first one. A lot less meh and an easy ten to pick.
For the interval, they're trying to do the world's biggest singalong. And given the size of the Eurovision audience, they might just pull it off.
It's some past winners, along with karaoke lyrics at the bottom of the screen. So far, two songs in English (the second being "Take me to your heaven"). Now Sertab from Türkiye (which isn't even in the contest any more!).
As the televote time is coming to the end, we finally have Petra blatantly taking the piss out of the contest and Sweden's participation in it. Oh look, Måns found a way to photobomb the contest.
Haha, Moomins!
As expected, the most memorable point of the night is when they hand Petra the microphone and say "sing something".
Now for the results, following the grand opening of the backdrop screen. That's a pretty damn impressive stage setup there.
Yup, okay, we're "good to go".
Here's who is through:
Well, that was some eccentric voting wasn't it? Netherlands and Estonia...? What?
I'm glad Israel made it to the Grand Final, it was a good song. The problem there were the nerves of the performer. I'm sure you can understand why.
The end of the contest is three guys who performed for Sweden sonmething like forty years ago singing in Swedish because, well, why not? <shrug>
Well, that semi final was massively better than the first one. Some good songs to look forward to on Saturday.
See you then...
Oh, and the programme ended only a minute late. Impressive for a live broadcast.
A tree-dwelling mammal, 10th May 2024, 11:46 (Going to keep using this display name now - it's kinda stuck, thanks Rick! Yeah, I know I haven't commented for a bit, but I've been reading.)
Just about Stonehenge. You do know that if you go there on the solstices, you can walk right in and touch the stones? It's just the rest of the year they won't let you near it.
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