Or the Eurovision final approacheth!
We’re in a particular, perennial pile-up of post-easter holidays right now. It starts with Good Friday (Karfreitag), which careens into Easter Sunday and Monday, then in the middle is International Labor Day (Tag der Arbeit – always May 1). We’re in the bad patch now, with Ascension last week (Christihimmelfahrt), then Pentecost on the 28th (Pfingsten, another Sunday-Monday combo) and finally, Corpus Christi (Fronleichnam, or ‘happy cadaver’ as the direct translation would suggest) on June 7th. All days when everything is closed and, often, when your whole doctor’s office or Kindergarten takes two weeks off.
Luckily, in that tangle of bank holidays, dwells a shining example of European taste and style that must have contributed to coining the term ‘eurotrash.’ The Eurovision Song Contest! I’m holding out to watch the finals with no prior knowledge of who made the semi-finals. Plus, last year was unspeakably dull – I think there was a glut of ballads, or some other fun-killers (Seriously, next time you’re at karaoke, and some drama queen decides to bust out Jewel’s ‘Foolish Games,’ watch everybody get up and go to the bathroom or refresh their drinks). But when late May rolls around, I feel a lack of tacky in my diet and always give it another chance. With memories like these, how could I not go back?
Even (especially) if you’ve heard it, watch it for the sing-along subtitles.
A taste of Eastern Europe. It really gets going at 0:34.
I have GOT to get to Moldova.
Again, Moldova brings it. Now I legitimately like this one, as I’m a sucker for Eastern European/Klezmer horns. It starts to kick ass at 0:31.
I told you I like those horns. Also, golden Slavic anime pixies.
I guess this is a thing that the Irish like. This is the second year for these fools.
And if you’re very lucky, sometimes you get something you could not have imagined…