Apparently it’s my turn to do some rehearsal blogging, on pain of being banned from the cake counter of the Cafe Bonnen. It’s all a bit “Shoot, I’d better do some rehearsal blogging then really rather urgently”, so I’ll do some ANYWAY.
Unfortunately, this means I’ve just had to watch a Belgian run through in stunning HD courtesy of esctoday.com. It’s beyond my comprehension that anyone would want to record 3 minutes of 11:15 on a Friday night in Bedford town centre and then rework it as an acappella spectacular with occasional incursions from one of those Trap Door things (’cause there’s something down there), yet alone convince people to pay 20000 European pounds to even get them into the televised stages of an RTBF selection… yet, somehow, they did.
It may very well be vocally absolutely spot on, though quite frankly I can’t tell as the whole gurt shambles seems to have no fixed notes which are actually cast in concrete in the first place.
And I had to interrupt my listening to Pistolero by Dschingis Khan to do that. Sheesh, it’s just ALL work around here. I need a lie down to recover my strength before Italy comes on!