Iceland, as usual, sent a generic piece of rubbish, but this year I didn’t quite hate it as much as usual, and I genuinely liked their outfits, which is pretty good.
As usually, the Icelandic Eurovision gurus carried on telling us how awesome good we’d do, and how various other countries’ contribution couldn’t even come close to being half as decent as ours was.
And! As usually… we didn’t win. In spite our own sense of glorious superiority, we came in the same place as Ireland with a song that was universally agreed upon by the gurus to be a right pile of crap.
I think the blind nationalistic bullcrap is repugnant and I think the idiotic “let’s vote for the country we most like” (as opposed to choosing the song you like, you know, cause this is a song contest… ) has come close to being just as bad, but thankfully it’s gone down a fair bit.. meaning countries are giving points to songs not entirely based on their countries of origin.
This was the first time in several years I watched Eurovision, seeing as I kinda outgrew the naieve shining to the spectacle that is this song contest dealie.
It wasn’t a mistake, per say, but I’m not at all happy I did. I’m already thinking I’d best skip that shit next year.