Helvetian Sauer Grapes 2006 / up from the fœtid Comment Sewers beneath Ciudad Vleeptron
You can download Eurovision songs CD at www.mp3sale.ru
Bob Merkin said...
i do not wish to show any disrespect for our Russian friends, but, uhhhh, Mr. StereoBalls wants us to use our credit cards to download .mp3s from, uhhhhh, a Russian source, and, uhhhh ...
Vleeptron just can't bring itself to recommend or advise this plan. Even for all those wonderful delicious Eurovision songs ............
as the movie dentist asked: Is it safe?
I actually wanted to comment on the post above, but only glibberish appears when you click on the comments section.
So you wanna know about six4one ? Dunno. Doncare. Haven't seen the event, I was at the Pub with the mates for a few rounds of pool and a few lagers. I am not going to rant about Eurosong this time. Beer, Pool Billiards and The Stooges were more important last night than this Vanity Circus.
Jim Olson said...
yah. I watched this live here in Oxford with the students. The band that won looks like a bad KISS cover band with makeup done by the guy who did the makeup for Bruce Campbell's ever-campy Army of Darkness.
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Hey! Divine On The Ground! Tell us about
... Daz Sampson of the United Kingdom who describes himself as "the people’s champion." But there’s no sign of him at the start of the song, which is being sung by five girls in cute school uniform, sitting at desks in a classroom. It’s only after the chorus that Daz appears from behind a blackboard, dressed in a bright yellow jacket and rapping about the gulf between teachers and teenagers. A very catchy tune!
While Eurovision was burning down Athens and melting the satellites and T2 networks and Podcasting and Webcasting and Narrowcasting and Streaming across Europa, the British Isles, Asia Minor, Central Asia, the Mediterranean and the Levant, which game involving plastic balls are we talking about exactly?
Game 1 (above) or Game 2? With or Without Holes? How many balls, how colored and numbered, manufactured of what substance?
The vocabulary for these particular Gentlemen's & Ladies' Games has always been ill-defined, unclear, evasive. In the USA when you say "I'm going downtown to shoot some pool," this is synonymous with your aggressive wish to be universally known as a Social Outcast. And you never announce that you're going to play Billiards, because you or your rich friends would already have a Billiards (no holes) table in the library, or in your Club. I haven't the foggiest idea what Snooker is, or who plays it, if you know, tell me. (Acey-Deucey is a variant of Backgammon played largely by sailors or their children.)
What did you have to drink? was anyone drinking Absinthe? Can you smoke cigars in your Pool Hall? Was the TV on showing the Contest? Was anybody watching? Was anyone getting excited?
A little atmosphere from the A-VP Man On The Ground -- Feature writing -- would be nice, maybe could pull in a few € from the Sports & Travel market. You blew all the budget on the laptop, do you have a digital still camera yet?
I detect the aroma of last year's Sauer Grapes; I think you were hoping your violent Termite Culture critique of Eurovision from last year would have caused Eurovision to be terribly ashamed of itself and immediately cancel the Song Contest forever.
I figured the winner until the End of Time would be Love Love Amore Amor Amour Liebe Kjærlighet любовь. Surprise! This year it is Fenska Huns and Vikings coming at innocent bystanders with Fire and Double-Bladed Battleaxe. Maybe this is a Sign of the End Times, of the Arockalypse. Vleeptron is stocking up on store-brand spring water. (Glenn Gould's was Poland Springs, from Poland, Maine USA.)
While the Athens show was still being broadcast/Podcast/narrowcast/webcast, I posted my vote for Lordi; you can check my Audit Trail. I know a Eurovision winner when I see one. I have already booked my old suite for next year in the Ramada Helsinki across the square from the wonderful Rail Station designed by Eero Saarinen's dad.
(Do they call the Paris Hilton the Paris Hilton, or do they have to call it something else now?)
I'll finally meet Andy McCoy of Hanoi Rocks! He only has to live one more year for me to get his autograph! (MTV Finland does/did a "Life with Andy McCoy" reality show.)
Okay, I confess, I'm a Termite. Termite. Termite. I'm all fucked up on Las Ketchup [ demo of The Ketchup Song, muy bailable ] I am building an on-line Shrine to them. What I say three times is True.