In GEE headquarters, we might not be world famous for our love of Sweden. After all we are a)Not easily impressed by teenagers with slick backs and standard formula songs and b)Norwegian, thus born with a wide, not-so-pleasant vocabulary specifically meant for people across our holy border, apologies delivered and accepted, and c)still a bit grumpy about that Jämtland and Herjedalen thing.
Then again, there’s good things going on in the Eastern outskirts of Norway occasionally. They are the home of knytblus and a whole family of Skarsgård men and Fotografiska museum. Oh, and Sir Thomas G:Son. So we figured it was worth taking a look at. This is our humble opinion of the participants in this year’s Melodifestivalen, in running order. If they are not put in corona quarantine by Saturday, that is.
So we finally have a Norwegian participant for Eurovision! We think. The debate is still red-hot in Norway as the voting system crash landed in the worst possible way Saturday night, and a representative jury of 30 persons was left with the job of picking the gold final participants. Safe to say, that wasn’t so well received and it has been noted that 30 very anonymous people are currently seeking admission to the witness protection program of Iowa. We wish them all the best
Nonetheless. This very representative jury of two stays put and has awards to hand out.
So, the MGP grand final is finally ON. Surreally, all our favorite Icelanders and gay friends are gathered in the city of Trondheim to see who wins the Norwegian final after what has seemed like an endless run of semi finals in a bunker in Fornebu. And where are yours truly situated for this grand extravaganza? At home with our mothers. Bad call. But at least there’s plenty of Romanian feteasca neagra and some pretty patient mothers involved.
All right, so MGP is killing us. We know as good Norwegians we should be blogging about all those semi finals and how many wonderful artist that come out to play for us all around the country and how great it all is that MGP is getting so much attention for so such a long period of time. But then the NRK is not really touring the country, only a bunker in the outskirts of Oslo. And there are weird artists inside. Plenty of them to be precise.
OMG, we’re loving the fact that NRK has brought the regional MGP semi-finals back and this weekend we get to see the top of the crop of what the Eastern part of the country has to offer. And if you think the most densely populated part of Norway offers fierce competition, think again! Perhaps NRK forgot to tell the real artists currently residing in and around Oslo about the submission deadline, but nevermind. Lucky for us we’re having a white January and are all set with a generous glass of chardonnay in front of the telly around eight to watch the usual shenanigans. Oh joy!
Yay, Norway fired up the concept of regional semifinals again and they are now ON. That will probably be a huge success, given the fact that outdoor Norway is pitch black and cold and boring at the moment and we are all broke after a way too long Christmas holiday of expensive food and alcohol every day, similar to Eurovision week, so there’s nothing left to do than to sit inside and watch the telly.
All right, so we’re beginning to cope with our Post Eurovision Depression Syndrome and come to terms with the fact that this Eurovision season definitely is over. When all the voting disasters have come to an end, that is. A lot of great things happened that hasn’t been awarded enough. So what better than to end this season with a few awards from the GEE jury? Here goes.
Puha! After a few uncomfortable questions from Mossad about things such as what the actual f… made us cheer for Estonia all of a sudden, the exact position of Victor’s very interesting scarf at this moment, whether Gaza is Israel or… and why we haven’t helped recruiting members for Benjamin’s very empty government among the Eurovision fans, we made it out of our gated community also known as Israel and can fire up our freedom of press again and go back to wearing cotton.
As we wake up to Eurovision’s last day, we felt a bit like Duncan after an encounter with a group of Wiwiboys, see illustration:
We’ve experienced yet another 24 hours of greatness, but are also a little tired after 7 days of no sleep, lots of vodka shots, profound shouting along to the artists’ performances in EuroClub, constantly being interviewed by media in various countries and actually doing our work as journalists for this website and the international media outlet of Namdalsavisa. Then again, it hit us that Victor Crone has been here for 16 days, and in addition to all of the above, he’s been rehearsing and serving us alcohol. What a stamina those PartySwedes have! Then they also have stand-in holograms, come to think of it.
The Grand Final is shaping up to be real corker of a show, chuck full of favorites in the first half, and come to think of it, the second half as well. Moreover, the national broadcaster here has been considerate enough to add a number of technical glitches and f*ck-ups which of course adds to the excitement.
Tonight is a big night where the jury will cast their votes, Italy will most likely once again do something to ruin their chances of winning, and we are of course in the Press Center to report about it. Buckle up!