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Eurovision 2015

Eurovision was strange this year. It was quite clear from the start that three songs were the absolute favourites, and they remained the top three throughout, and I happened to agree that they were the best ones. I don’t think that’s ever happened before.

Was it just me, or did the Russian girl cheer up and calm down when she knew she wasn’t winning? She looked worse than anyone I’ve seen; ready to fall apart at the mere thought of things going well.

The Italian boys were both cute and had a good song. And the less said about some of the other countries the better. It was mostly mainstream Eurovision stuff, but those who stood out really stood out.

Måns Zelmerlöw

I hope Sweden can afford to host another contest so soon again. Usually we hope that Sweden will win – for obvious reasons – but this year it was more than a little weird. Daughter’s favourite, Måns Zelmerlöw, didn’t just sing for Sweden, but he won. I don’t believe that’s ever happened to me. I’ve liked singers, and I’ve liked songs. But not like this.

Thought I’d fall asleep around song no. 13 but got up and walked about a little and consumed caffeine to wake me up. I was puzzled by all the warnings that there would be fishing images, but eventually there really was some fishing. So it all was good.

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Trying to Skype it

If the Stones can play Glastonbury, then Gyllene Tider can play Allsång på Skansen.

I put the laptop in front of the television, so it too could watch Allsång. (Actually, it was a feeble attempt to make it possible for Daughter to watch from afar. Via Skype. But it didn’t work.) I had to enjoy Måns Zelmerlöw all by myself, and couldn’t help wondering if his prattish fall off the stage was a re-enactment of an earlier, genuine fall. He didn’t seem to enjoy it.

Allsång på Skansen, Gyllene Tider

His childhood stars, the old men of Gyllene Tider were there. As I said. They are all a few years younger than me. Micke Syd now looks like his Dad. (That’s not a bad thing. Just a reflection on how life goes on.) Anders no longer has to sleep with Per when they go on tour. And Per thinks composing songs is a doddle, ‘it usually goes quite well.’

We had a choir, and we had a brand new 15-year-old, Zara Larsson. She looked so nice that I sincerely hope she won’t be as successful as Carola who came after her, wearing a dress worthy of some US television star. She has been around for so long – 30 years – that her old hits are now Allsång songs.

I kept staring at the people in the audience, who from what one hears will have been there since early morning. Do I know them? Are they famous? Or do they simply look like typical Swedes in some way? Speaking of which, I am not xenophobic, but do feel this programme is best suited to have Swedes performing. Passenger was their first foreign guest, and I’d never heard of him. His song was all right, even if his voice was a bit odd, but I’d rather he’d not been there…

GT returned with a medley, which was a little Flickorna på TV2, some more Juni, juli, augusti, and all of Sommartider. And the weather was sunny, and all was perfect. I even switched to the online second half, so heard a bit more GT. (They’re playing locally next week, but with no ticket I’m unlikely to hear them.)

Måns Zelmerlöw, Allsång på Skansen

I’m always struck by how everyone sings at Skansen, and how they seem to enjoy themselves. No one is too cool. By getting up at the crack of dawn, you too could sing live – and out of tune – on Swedish television.

And one of these days I will not find the word ‘husband’ strange when I see it rolling in the credits. It means ‘house band’ so means backing musicians. But I suppose a husband comes in handy for all sorts of things.

Allsång with Måns

Oh happy circumstance (hah) which brings us to Swedish television on the day of Allsång at Skansen. Yet again. Do we specialise in Tuesday arrivals? (The fact that Tuesdays are so predictable that we know that Allsång will be followed by Midsomer Murders, is scary. Daughter was too tired to even contemplate Midsomer. Besides, it’s now the wrong Barnaby. As if the phrase ‘the right Barnaby’ is possible.)

Måns Zelmerlöw

Anyway, Allsång is now presented by one of Daughter’s many loves, Måns Zelmerlöw, so simply could not be ignored, even on an evening after a day after about three hours of sleep. I suppose he was all right, but I do hate it when southern Swedes feel they need to ‘posh up’ their accents by dropping their real accents. You can tell, and it is so not charming.

As usual I didn’t know any of the people involved. Bo Kaspers Orkester sounds like a ‘dance band’, but appear to consider themselves ‘real’ musicians, who apparently would not be seen dead in Allsång. Quite. (Good thing they weren’t dead, I say.) So I guess the name is ironic.

Vocalettes

Måns sang a duet with opera singer Malena Ernman in the shower. Quite good, actually. Very evocative with the shower, and Måns managed a passable attempt at opera. The Vocalettes met with approval. The song about the English Navy at Vinga lighthouse met with almost complete bafflement from Daughter. I’ll clearly have to give her a lesson in Kal and Ada and Beda and Co tomorrow when she wakes up.

I hardly ever like rap, and I much preferred the nerds wearing overalls and old style track suits. And the good old song Bättre och bättre is still good. And old, so Daughter had problems with it. Could be the lack of sleep, I suppose.

It still fascinates me how Swedes of all ages will go and sing badly on television like this and feel no shame. And how do they manage to have marvellous weather every single time? Stockholm looks great. I believe I have finally twigged why there is always a large group of pretty teenage girls at the front. Bet they get ushered in to brighten things up.

And what was that man doing with the courgette?