Ich oute mich: Ja, ich habe mir gestern Abend den "Eurovision Song Contest" angesehen. Zwar nicht komplett, aber nach dem eher langweiligen Fußballspiel der Deutschen Nationalmannschaft zappte ich rüber und blieb hängen. Since I've outgrown the age in which we all occasions grateful brings with him, to be allowed to stay up late, I've just finished watching this event yet 3x (namely as Raab each had his finger in the game, which I think is a great musician and producer) - simply because the normally not my music.
And I was pleasantly surprised: Some songs and artists were among them, which I liked. While not such that I would order me now read the accompanying CD, but I would not throw them away when they gave me (which will now not be a call ;-). Moreover, I liked the (for such Contest) refreshingly witty nature of the facilitators, their role as hosts really beneficial "different" and filled out bolder than many of their predecessors - have been and Peter Urban's voice-overs usually very entertaining.
"Our" Lena won. I am pleased. It does not make me proud, I am not thereby privileged, but I am pleased: For Stefan Raab, who jumped over his shadow and ran through a collaboration with the ARD, for Lena's fans and most of all for themselves Lena
How go but now their (and my) countrymen with this victory to? By means of heroic research within the two most clicked (better: most visited) German online forums kämpfte ich mich tatsächlich durch jeden veröffentlichten Beitrag. Es handelt sich hierbei übrigens um die von BILD und dem SPIEGEL.
Interessanterweise wird in beiden jeweils dasselbe geschrieben - allenfalls anhand der unterschiedlichen sprachlichen Fähigkeiten der Poster (aber das überrascht ja nicht wirklich) erkenne ich, in welchem Forum ich mich gerade befinde.
Jetzt, nachdem ich mich durch ca. 90 Seiten (also ca. 600 "Beiträge") gekämpft habe, stelle ich fest, dass es genau 4 Meinungstypen gibt:
Der " Ich will mich nicht freuen und die anderen dürfen das auch nicht"-Nörgler :
- Jeder der Ahnung von Musik hat (also er) saw that the other countries had much better singers, songs and choreography / "performances". Lena, however, has no voice (or at best a bad) and she can not dance. And her song is not even in German, but she can not speak English at all. And the song was not written by Americans and indeed has Germany any other juries and "Voter" bribed by his billions in aid (yes that's why we got by Greece and Portugal have so many points, right?). And besides, the light was too dark and Lena is a conceited, arrogant bitch who "is to look around again,"
- Lena hat allen gezeigt, wer die Nummer 1 in Europa ist. Das tut Deutschland gut. Nach all den schlechten Nachrichten endlich wieder ein Sieg. Die ganzen "Pornogören aus dem Ostblock" und die "fetten Quallen aus Irland und Island" hatten keine Chance. Und die "Neger aus Frankreich" auch nicht. Schade, dass sie nicht Deutsch gesungen hat. Jetzt werden "wir" auch Weltmeister
- So eine peinliche, niveaulose Veranstaltung kommentiere ich erst gar nicht (brauche dafür aber mindestens 30 Zeilen). Das hat doch everything nothing to do with music or even "art" to do. But the terrible English pronunciation of the Lena, at my private school Eton, they would have fallen by the English test. The song is - especially compared to the "Köln-Concert" by Keith Jarrett - absolutely no substance. This Stefan Raab infiltrated So now even the last bastion of the German educational television, namely, the public broadcaster. Fortunately, I've already burned my TV 3 years ago. "Flying devour shit, millions can not be wrong!" Good night, Germany!
- Lena has thrilled audiences throughout Europe and many juries. Music happens to be a matter of taste and their performance has fallen in most people, so they deserved to win. Yes, their English pronunciation is not perfect, but Herman van Veen and Wolfgang Niedecken German there are not - and within Europe, English is the common linguistic denominator times. Her secret was that they wanted to sell but herself and her song: No whips, no burning tires, no silicone and no other image. Just a natural, attractive young woman (how can they take in about any old town) on a stage, singing their (quite catchy) song, radiating.