Friday, 17 May 2019

Eurovision Song contest: Italy First!

When May approaches my fingers tingle in anticipation to the Eurovision Song contest and I can’t help writing about it. I reviewed it in the past years as well, promoting the Italian songs, of course. My articles are here:

Occidentali’s Karma and The Naked Ape:

Eurovision Song Contest 2018

All countries and songs competing are here, included the ones that did not pass the semi finals:
Emma Kelly

Though I shamelessly support the Italian song with all my heart, I am aware there are other
exceptional pieces this year; it will be a tough competition indeed. Among the big five, a part from Italy which is my top one by default, I also like France and Spain. Bilal Hassani, representing France with ‘Roi’ (king), might repeat Conchita Wurst’s successful performance in 2014. He is a queerman reflecting his experience in the song’s impressive story and involving music. He cleverly mixes French and English in the lyrics with a revealing effect. I especially like:

Je suis free, oui, j'invente ma vie
Ne me demandez pas qui je suis
I, I'm not rich, but I'm shining bright
I can see my kingdom now
Quand je rêve, je suis un roi

(I am free, yes I invent my life; don’t ask me who I am…when I dream, I’m a king)

The Spanish song,‘La Venda’ by Niki, is catchy and entertaining; it gives you summer fever and a few interesting tips to think about:

Te compran porque te vendes
Te vendes porque te sobras

(they buy you because you are for sale, you are for sale because you are smug)

I like the UK song too, the message is great and the story is moving. I hope it will make the left hand side of the leaderboard this time.

The other song that engages me is ‘Chameleon’ by Michela (Malta). It’s the rhythm that takes me but not just this. Being a chameleon in ‘technicolour’ can be resourceful, a way to survive. I also enjoyed ‘Say Na Na Na’ by Serhat (San Marino). Don’t ask me why, I know the lines are repetitive, maybe a bit plain, but I enjoy the rhythm. It makes my feet move and gives me joy with a simple message, no nuances. Sometimes that’s all we need.

It seems the Netherlands and Sweden are among the favourites. Honestly, I don’t feel their songs are so engaging, but who knows, there are always revelations at the Eurovision Song contest. In the semi finals, the prettiest one was Australia swinging on a pole and singing Opera. The weirdest one was Portugal wearing a plastic beard and, unsurprisingly, he didn’t pass the round. Other highlights were Austria’s electric blue hair, which didn’t grant her a place in the final though, the stunning Albania’s black and golden outfit and Denmark’s understated sweet song.

Now let’s speak about Italy: Mahmood’s ‘Soldi’ (money), a touching story of the disillusioned
relationship with his father. Alessandro Mahmoud is a young Italian singer-songwriter who won the Sanremo Music Festival 2019. He is from Milan born from an Italian mother and an Egyptian father, who divorced when he was a little child. His stage name, Mahmood, refers to his Arabic origin and to the English expression ‘my mood’, which reveals his strong determination to succeed. There is a moving line in Arabic in ‘Soldi’: Waladi waladi habibi ta’aleena (my son, my son, darling, come over here) as well as references to Ramadan. Though Mahmood doesn’t speak Arabic (Italian and his mother’s Sardinian dialect are his mother tongues) his personality testifies cultural integration and talented diversity. His experience as a child raised up by the mother comes up in ‘Soldi’ in which money is an important issue that affects relationships, mainly the relationship with his almost absent father. Love and care seem to depend only on money, mingled with lost pride and a deep sense of betrayal. Here are the lyrics:

and here are some more tips about Mahmood:

The song has an engaging rap rhythm insisting on the ‘hook’ soldi, and pop music connotations. The tone and the mood of the song are appropriate to the emotional story told with disenchantment and participation. I think I will vote for it, though’ Roi’ is in my heart too.

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