italian, music

Un paio di tappi per le orecchie, per favore
A pair of ear plugs, please
Literally: 'A pair of corks/stoppers/plugs for the ears, for favour'.

There used to be a time when I was counting how many sleeps until the Eurovision Song Contest.

My interest has been fading ever since when I went to to see the live show in Athens in 2006. It's not that I was disappointed, far from it, it is an excitement that I might want to experience again in the future. However, the whole anticipation and build-up to the final, starting sometimes even months in advance with the results of national selections? Well, I am afraid I am sort of missing the point now, and I regret it somehow.

Last year I was right at the beginning of a definite swerving of my musical taste towards indie rock, and I pretty much ignored the contest.

This year I was about to dip my toes in the glittering world of wind machines and mid-song costume changes, when disheartened reports from several fronts informed me that the quality of the songs had never been so bad. It puts you off a bit doesn't it?

Because of this, when a friend suggested going to the UK Eurovision Preview Party tonight, I did my best to decline, claiming I'm broke (but it's only 10 pounds), and tired (but it starts early), and I'd only enjoy it with a whole bunch of friends (but they were all going too), and then possibly if Dr B. came along too (and he did buy a ticket, but only once he saw the video for the Icelandic entry and was told they were performing on the night).

So in the end I am going. And I am sure it is going to be excellent fun.