It's a rare event, and only happens maybe once or twice a year, maximum. But once in a blue moon a song will pop up on a national final that leaves both me an Mrs Apocalypse open-jawed and silent on the sofa. And it's never, ever happened via Portugal. Until tonight.
But in the first semi of the FDC, a young lad who appeared to have crawled out of a skip crept onto the stage unassumingly and captivated the pair of us with his angelic voice and idiosyncratic delivery. Every other act on the bill tonight was a singer reciting some words. Young Salvador here was an artist interpreting a vision, and what a beautiful job he did of it, too.
If they don't pick this lad to go to Kiev they want shooting. And if he doesn't even make it to the semi, I'm coming round to take all their first born after the next available flight. Seriously Portugal, this is your one golden hope from the last 20 years of trying. Do the sensible thing.
I have no idea why but the theme tune to 'Last Of The Summer Wine' has just sprung into my head...
ReplyDeletePhew. Got through the first stage, but somehow got nipped from the top by that popera cobblers. Come on Portugal, you've got the choice between possible top ten and continent wide mockery!
ReplyDeleteThe song itself sounds like something from Eurovision of the 1950s, but Salvador gives it a slightly quirky edge. I'm not talking about his hipster dress - there's something about the way he sings, like he's not exactly sure how the song is going to come out, but he's just letting it happen.
ReplyDeleteGosh what an awful song, i hope Portugal will choose something else, for their own good. 0 points from me so far.
ReplyDeleteThis is so hauntingly, heartbreakingly lovely, even more so when you understand the lyrics. This has been playing in my head for a few days already, and I've completely fallen for it.
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ReplyDeleteGOT THERE
ReplyDelete...when you know, you know.
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