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.