Eurovision is a televised circus, not a poetry slam. Give me the flaming pianos and sequined monsters, or give me nothing.
Spectacle is fun, but glitter can’t save a hollow song. Eurovision hits hardest when the chaos has an actual heart beating under it.
I believe spectacle can dazzle, but craft and heart create lasting impact. Songwriting is about clear truth that outlives flying pianos and sequined theatrics.
Spectacle is not merely noise. It carries virtue to the many, and even the strongest song needs a stage.
