For those sensible enough not to follow every last minute of Eurovision pre-qualifying TV - and that's probably all but six of you - the Moldovan live auditions have become a regular extra special landmark of joy. On it we get to see around thirty of what TRM consider to be the best songs that applied - although quite often it's less because artists clean forget to show up. But one chap who is a regular at this srage , and who has become a cult hero in Eurovisionia, the esteemed Tudor Bumbac.
You'll be surprised to learn that the lovely old boy isn't a professional musician, but a medic and lecturer who just happens to love music. He turns up most years with a lovely bit of folksy Balkan shuffle pop. So beloved is he that one of the characters in my Eurovision novel was a thinly-veiled version of him.
This year was a bit different though. He'd mixed his style up a tad, delivering a more sedate waltz that loosely translates as We Want Peace. However, it wasn't the song that was most worthy of note, but the delivery. At one point during the instrumental break in the middle it looked every bit like he'd had a petit mal, or maybe even a mini-stroke. And we got even more concerned when his usually rock solid performance started to falter as he'd clearly forgotten the words… we hope.
We love Mr Bumbac here at Apocalypse, and we wonder if he has any idea what a cult hero he is across the continent. But he's starting to look frail, and we'd rather he stayed at home than risk his health entertaining us, bless him.
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