Friday, October 13, 2006
Peace-land
A certain Mr. Gorbachev is visiting my rock this week. This is the man responsible for the fall of the Soviet Union and for that I will never forgive him. The reason is quite simple; After the fall of the iron curtain the former USSR became way too many states and all of them desperately wanted to become western capitalist bastards like the rest of us. That alone is ok, although I despise the capitalization of the world, greed is disgusting!
Anyway, these Farawayistans all want to join the EU- again fine by me, but they have also joined the Eurovision Song Contest. Now this is really bad! This means that strange songs ruled by ethnic drums (gag) are year after year kicking butt in the Grand Prix, not cool at all. God, give us back the good old days when Swedes ruled Europe through Abba and the Herrey brothers. Where's Nicole with her anti Cold War hymn "Ein bisschen Frieden" and Bucks Fizz with their fancy matching outfits? What is the world coming to?
Yes, I blame Gorbi for all of this. He came here 20 years ago with his bottle of Stoli and ambitions toward peace and wooed the veteran cowboy Ronbo with promises of "All kinds of everything". Ronbo said "Get rid of all our nukes? No deal you baby-eating commie" (well he didn't really remember a word Gorbi said, you know the Alzheimer thing), but Gorbi still wanted peace. The Reykjavik summit of 1986 in the long run ruined Eurovision and Gorbi brought peace, which only led to the US having to find a new Evil Empire to fight. This they found in the Middle East--where the enemy didn't have the Bomb, but a lot of oil instead, yippee said the oil companies "these new kind of commies are definately evil and they also dress funny--war it is".
Gorbi ruined more things, he even ruined my dad's christmas the following year, how mean is that? I had always bought my dad a handkerchief and socks for christmas, but as a fresh-faced 12 year old under the influence of the new face of communism I decided to use my allowance to buy my dad, who I thought was a real socialist, the book Perestroika-A new dawn. Needless to say, my dad thought the book was boooooring and didn't come clean until years later when I asked him how he had liked the book. He replied "I wish you would have given me some socks and a handkerchief".
The whole idea of peace back in the Eighties was as odd as pizza with peperoni and bananas and I grew up fearing the Bomb. I remember having the same dream over and over again, where I was in the livingroom with my gran and when I looked out the window, the mushroom cloud could be seen on the horizon. Movies like "The Day After" (a nuclear war) were the topic in my elementary school. Yup those were scary days, but funnily enough in my immediate family we always thought it would be the Yanks who would drop the first bomb. They just seemed a wee bit looney to us, especially judging from the American TV programs shown on the only TV channel in the country. Gosh, if all Yanks were like that JR Ewing person, we sure were in trouble and then there was that wacky president from "Bedtime for Bonzo". A lethal combo brought to you by the USA!
Well now the Cold War's over, Ronbo's gone the way of the Dodo and so is my gran and my dad. I don't have reaccurring dreams about the Bomb anymore, no sir, now it's all about that nice bus driver who suddenly turns out to be a suicide bomber...
Gorbi baby, you got a lot to answer for...
# posted by Björkin : 1:35 PM
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Christ, I actually thought that Gorbachev had died some years ago. Where's he been hiding?
I loved that entry, it's got a lot of stuff I can really relate to. I too grew up fearing the bomb, only that to me Gorbi was like a messiah come to save us all. (Funnily enough, I also always had the impression that the US was a hell of a lot more dangerous than the USSR, though...)
The real genius, though, is relating all this to the Eurovision Song Contest. You've showed me a connection there that would have never occurred to me. I think - and I say that with only a tiny bit of irony - that you'll make a great academic one day soon.
Write on, Bjorkin!
I loved that entry, it's got a lot of stuff I can really relate to. I too grew up fearing the bomb, only that to me Gorbi was like a messiah come to save us all. (Funnily enough, I also always had the impression that the US was a hell of a lot more dangerous than the USSR, though...)
The real genius, though, is relating all this to the Eurovision Song Contest. You've showed me a connection there that would have never occurred to me. I think - and I say that with only a tiny bit of irony - that you'll make a great academic one day soon.
Write on, Bjorkin!
so who is going to win next years eurovision contest? ? ?
me thinks......well, I´m sure it won´t be a country from Asia..
:)
me thinks......well, I´m sure it won´t be a country from Asia..
:)
# posted by 
: 3:35 AM
: 3:35 AM
So which is worse according to the gospel of Björk; the fear of a nuclear holocaust or dreadful east-european songs taking the top slots in Eurovision?
Well, I am pretty sure that Moldova and their drum beat granny will "totally kill it" as Tommy Lee would say. To the other question; it's difficult to say, cuz there's a lot of bad music out there that almost sounds like a nuclear war in my delicate ears. Ever heard of the Asian singer Wing and her take on Road to hell? If she's not a nuclear mutant...I don't know what!
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