Looking back at Eurovision

The Eurovision song contest was held last week. It’s a big deal on the other side of the planet. Portugal won with this song:

Not exactly my cup of tea. Because I think the only Eurovision Song Contest winners who mattered were these guys in 1974:

I mean, really. They’re so young, and so cute and you can even hear their Swedish accents. Nobody was better than ABBA. Here, I’ll prove it:

Songs for Hookerpiss’s America

The reason this comes to mind goes back to the day before the inauguration, the day of the redneck Woodstock at the Lincoln Memorial for the new president.

One woman of color had the opportunity to perform for the Hairclub for Men’s poster boy:

Singer Rebecca Ferguson has said she would accept an invitation to perform at Donald Trump’s inauguration on 20 January on one condition: she be allowed to sing Strange Fruit.

That’s this song, which was made famous by Billie Holliday:

The Trump people said no, because who wants to hear a song about stringing black folks up from trees, so Ferguson backed out.

But good-ol’-boy Toby Keith did perform and highlighted this little ditty:

Did you catch that?

Grandpappy told my pappy: Back in my day, son,
A man had to answer for the wicked that he done
Take all the rope in Texas, find a tall oak tree
Round up all of them bad boys,
hang them high in the street
For all the people to see.

So let’s parse this. When a white guy sings an ode to lynching, it’s free speech and America first. But when a black woman says she wants to sing a song against lynching, it’s offensive to a pussy grabber?