"I'm not getting involved in this online arguing and guilt-tripping and posturing and name-calling, because I'm a better person and just superior in any way to those others."

Well, screaming sky season is here, properly. You can't hear the whitethroat, the sedge warbler, and the meadow pipit.

Quick! Only ten minutes left to buy the Transcendent 1000 synth owned my Martin Hannet, currently sitting at just 600 pounds!

It's my favourite season of the year - mid May to mid August, endless days, the starlings are on their second nest, the water is above 12 degrees, the air occasionally around 20, and the sky is full with swifts. A sense of infinity. I call it screaming sky season.

Well I certainly learned a lot about the way my colleagues write references.

I'm going to say one thing about hallucinated references and arxiv: There is no way a human would make up references that don't exist. Humans fails in referencing in completely different ways. So, don't move the goalposts.

"Sam was different. Eccentric and engaging, with the uncontainable energy of a shaken-up Coke bottle, he came up with a song that, for once, sounded uniquely British."

One point from Ukraine. Not sure what this means.

Mische mich jetzt nicht mehr ein, macht ihr mal.

Danke für diese schöne Zeitreise, Österreich.

Arpeggien kann man offenbar in Rumänien.

Rumänien, ist ja gut. Komme gleich. I can help!

Ahja, Selbstzweifel, davon hätte ich heute abend gern mehr gesehen.

Jetzt ist es wieder absurd genug. Danke Norwegen.

Finally a song with an actual bassline.

Aiaiaiaia.

I would like to ask anyone to take a deep breath before Norway enters the field.

C minor with the four and fifth harmonies is clearly a winning formula all over Europe.

Das ist mir alles nicht absurd genug.

This sounds like something that was clicked together in Ableton in ten minutes one ranbdom Wednesday evening before posting on reddit with the tagline "Dig my beats???!!!"

This guy has more harmonic changes in his broad shoulders than most Eurovision contestants in their metallic fingernails.

Außerdem meine Lieblingskadenz, c-Moll, f-Moll, G-Dur. Kommt noch ein vierter Akkord? Stay tuned.

Gospel vibes, can't really hate this.

Feel a bit, how shall I put this. Full. I blame Finnland.

Moldawien kommt mit einem Akkord und, get this, einem Ton aus. Sparsam.

Why aren't there any commercial breaks. I need a break.

Headaches inducing Durcheinander.

Well this is not going to win, but it was a lot of fun. Boy I'm exhausted.

Ticking all the boxes.

He is even more drunk than on Thursday.

Now the undeniable peak of the event.

Harmonische Rückung! Yeah!

Sorry, but I like choirs and vocal harmonies. Not even feeling shame about it.

Like something that plays in the supermarket while I'm pondering whether to buy cereal or not.

Bulgaria with the minimum harmonic content, two chords, one and four. But mostly just one. Very efficient.

God is this loud, Czechia.

Es-Moll, was soll denn das. Geh weg.

Serbia is unbelievable. I'm in love.

This embarrasingly happy song is primarily in D minor, as we all know the saddest of all keys. One of the many paradoxa of the Eurovision.

Maybe four chords is sort of a hard upper limit. Per song I mean.

Mutige Tonartwechsel über mehrere Kontinente hinweg.

Griechenland ist Knorkator-Techno. Love.

This one at least has the benefit of being in C minor.

Only so many variations of I, IV and V.

And now the one hundred fourty second song about a person named Michelle. (I counted.)

Cheerleader-Ästhetik aus mitteldeutschen Kleinstädten.

Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag.

Schlagzeugsolo!

Sag's gleich mal, ich bin großer Norwegenfan, lasse keine Kritik gelten.

Sons of Anarchy and Yellowstone crossover from Malta.