Let’s not play ball tonight, France

Is it a Eurovision song or is it a football song? Oh, wait, it’s both. Welcome to France.

The Eurovision story of France is just one long ballad. Or is it really? People tend to praise France’s participation in ESC based on all the nice French ballads they know. But looking closer, what do they see? While Celine Dion sold her soul to Switzerland, most of the other ones decided to be a part of moneymoneyland Monacco or the country we miss most in the whole Eurovision world, Luxembourg. France got stuck with the honor and all kinds of funny stuff, like Jesus looking for the milky way and some funny blokes in Gaultier. Not really a success any of those, that must be admitted. What was a greater success was the bird song in 1977, and the ethno cultural beginning of the 90s. Mind you, we are somewhat divided in our opinion on the woman trying to convince us she’s black while being Obama brown. Well, at least Serge Gainsbourg helped her get the message through.

This year France is discovering their ethnic connection again. Guess they were all a bit lazy over there, as the French just decided to send their football song to Oslo. Good for the parties, since Jessy Matador is one hot piece of ass bringing along some fine ladies, but not so good for our heads. Because although we will be happy to shake our hips a little after all those lazy ballads, we are just so tired of the music half way through we can’t even listen to the lovely voices that comes along with it. And that’s well done for a song that lasts less than three minutes. It also makes us wonder whether there actually is such a thing as a particular Eurovision genre. In that case, France is far from it this year.

Love the man, hate the beatbox, could be the conclusion. We can’t imagine this being very popular outside the very west of Europe. And you’ve got to admit it, that’s where the voting powers are.

2 Comments

  • Hei igjen, småpiker. Nu er det en stund siden jeg skrev noget til denne såkalte bloggen deres. Jeg har ikke vært helt på mitt beste den siste tiden, en slem bihulebetennelse har satt meg litt ut av slag, men nu har denne vidunderlige penicillinen fått meg på fote igjen, heldigvis. Nu har jeg så forsøkt å oppdatere meg noget på bloggen. Jeg må tillate meg å si at denne franske fremførelsen forekommer meg noget uanstendig, en slik hoftevrikking for åpen scene! Nei, jeg måtte snu meg bort, rett og slett. Den svenske piken, derimot, var riktig søt. Ja, jeg har alltid syntest at svenskene er prektige mennesker. Min farfar var motstander av unionsoppløsningen i 1905, men det har jo ikke vært riktig stuerent å snakke om det. Vi barna fikk således streng beskjed om ikke å si noget om den saken. Nu er det vel så lenge siden at jeg tar sjansen på å røpe familiehemmeligheten. Nei, og nei, nu har tastaturet løpt av med meg igjen. Dere får ha meg unnskylt, småpiker. Ja, dere ser riktig så søte ut på bildet, begge to.Hilsen fru B.

  • Så bra du er tilbake, fru B. Vi har savnet deg! Trist å høre at du har vært syk, men takk Gud for penicilin, ja. Vi er nok litt mer glad i uanstendighet enn deg, men helt enige i at Anna er nydelig. Svenskene er jo nydelige innimellom, og Eurovisjonen er jo heldigvis en anledning til å være upolitiske. Gleder oss til å høre mer fra deg! <3 A&G

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