For two minutes, Silvester had me.
Sure, the vocals might not be the strongest, but there’s time to work on that. The low-end national final staging did little to help, but the downbeat yearning worked for me. I was on board and telling myself just how far Lithuania has come in recent years. Because let’s face it, theirs was always the song to skip.
That was nice, I thought. And just about enough.
Except there was a whole minute left.
A final minute filled with more of the same and an instrumental break that destroyed the atmosphere that had been building so well.
It coulda, shoulda, woulda been so much better if Silvester and his people had held their nerve and quit at the two minute mark.
