Eurovision is the dumbest and most wonderful thing on television. Nowadays you can watch it live on the official Eurovision Youtube channel, which is much better than tv because there’s no ads AND you can hear all the presenters’ wonderful accents instead of whoever is commenting in your own country. Double win.
A lot of non-European countries participate to this thing with “Euro” in its name. We know. Get over it. The whole thing doesn’t make any sense anyway so why would you draw the line at “this isn’t a European country so this isn’t logical”. Like. Guys. People are burning pianos and baking bread on stage. Come on.
The jury will almost never vote for the songs you actually liked. Sometimes they won’t even vote for the songs themselves but for the other countries they like. It’s okay. It’s part of the fun. The public’s points can change absolutely everything anyway.
The actual goal is to become a meme, really. Moldova in particular usually knows that (even though their 2019 entry looks rather serious), but you can never anticipate anything. Did anyone see Ukraine’s flaming coffin-piano coming last year? I didn’t.
You can’t vote for your own country. That’s also the point (although it’s not too bad in my case since my country, France, doesn’t understand the meme aspect and keeps sending serious stuff. Our real goal is actually to have more points than England and that’s basically it. My favorite French entry is actually our worst score ever. This is sad).
The songs have to be short and non-political, which kinda explains why a lot of them are about love and/or peace (see below).
At some point someone in the public will probably try to climb on stage and do something stupid.
It isn’t Eurovision until something is on fire.
It also isn’t Eurovision if there isn’t something truely incomprehensible happening on stage.
The Grand Finale is next Saturday and we can’t be sure of anything yet but in the rehearsals we already have a song which chorus is “nanana” repeated over and over, a guy with green bird-like sleeves and random sneakers doing some sort of interpretative dance, and bondage s&m synth punk. No, really.