Driving a Tractor to New York City - Green Day at the American Song Contest

coastalstag7 said:What kind of political stuff was the LET album "Angela Merkel Sucks" from 2016 actually about?

Anyone happen to know what this specific bet was about on the sportsbook site?

They ended up in 13th place at the Eurovision Song Contest, but if you just look at the jury, they were 25th, while the audience actually put them in 7th.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurovi...t_2023#Final_2

Here are some early quotes too

The first statements from LET after the final: We didn't get lucky and the jury wasn't on our side, but the fans definitely were.

Bradley Martin56 said:So, what era are you from? Back in the nineties, at the Eurovision Song Contest, people actually valued the song—the actual music. By the tail end of the nineties, there was this slight shift toward staging and spectacle, but the melody still held weight; by the early two-thousands, though, it had devolved into pure banality. I can’t speak for the pre-nineties era, but if you look at the winners or listen to the stories from older folks who grew up watching it, the conclusion is clear: the songwriting mattered. Nowadays, you have Italians and French singers opting for English lyrics—despite having some of the most melodic languages on the planet—which basically means... well, it doesn't matter how it sounds if the substance isn't there.

And that’s being generous; I’m talking about the eighties. Back then, families actually sat down together to watch the show. The Eurovision Song Contest used to produce actual discographies—winners would release albums, and runners-up could sell records too. If you try to find a winning "song" anywhere outside of the contest window today, you won't. I often challenge people to hum just three bars of a melody from the 2000s onwards, and most can’t even recreate the opening, let alone the whole thing. How could they? Everything—the melody, the composition, the soul—has been sacrificed at the altar of the visual component.

Let’s stop pretending; it’s an open secret that the Eurovision Song Contest has morphed into Pride, and everyone else is just invited along for the ride—if they fit the mold.

That’s really the crux of why I bother commenting. Imagine the sheer misery of calculating your way to success by thinking you can impress the European Union simply by throwing shade at putin. You walk in thinking victory is guaranteed, expecting immediate applause because you’ve engaged in this hollow, calculated activism without any real conviction.

The media pumps you up, dressing you in this shiny new suit of virtue signaling, but in reality, you’re just another costumed, over-emotional creature on a stage—of which there are far too many these days.

And then, despite being in a country that has taken in thousands of refugees, you don't get a single point! It’s pathetic—the very nation facing the brunt of an invasion won't give you even the slightest bit of courtesy. It’s absolute misery.

It’s not that I have doubts about whether voting in the Eurovision Song Contest makes sense; it’s just that, for me, this has been a third-rate variety show for decades now, so it hardly matters either way.

The only smart move we ever made at that small-town, third-rate county fair was deciding to skip out on it entirely.

But nope, naturally, we decided to come back the following year and just keep throwing good money after bad. 🤦