Okay, I know that Cher has never been in Eurovision. I don’t even know if she’s heard of Eurovision. Why would she need to? It’s a festival of fabulousness that she manages to outdo every day just by BEING CHER.
But I am covering it on this blog because Cher is about to release a cover of ABBA songs, and we all know that ABBA are potentially the most successful Eurovision winners of all time (I don’t have time to look up ABBA vs. Celine Dion album sales, okay? I have CHER to listen to!)
Anyway, Cher dropped her version of Gimme Gimme Gimme yesterday, and my Twitter feed was full of the OMG reactions you would expect. If you haven’t listened to it yet, I would suggest that you drop everything right now and give it a listen:
Is it Eurovision blasphemy to say that I actually like this better than the original? The original is good, but when AHHA sing “Gimme Gimme Gimme A Man After Midnight” it’s a desperate plaintive wail. When Cher sings it, it comes from a place of guttural hunger. She doesn’t want a man, she NEEDS a man. And when she gets one, I can imagine her coming home with him, like some divatastic black widow spider, and eating him clean to the bone when she’s done with him.
Cher’s version is dangerous, and yet I still know millions of men who would be willing to be her man after midnight. That’s her power!
Okay, gotta go, because I need to listen to this song again after listening to it approximately 400 times last night (to the point where the better half came into the room and said, ‘Why are you listening to this song over and over again?’)