We begin the second installment of the Europe Stage review, naturally, with Canada. While this might sound odd, perhaps it isn’t, after all, the already mentioned Eurovision has adopted Australia, and I’d always thought Canada would be a great match too- in all honesty, they did once kind of send Céline Dion, albeit she belted…
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The Europe Stage Round Up- Part One
Last week, amidst pre-Easter frenzy and other springtime fun, Sziget quietly dropped a big bunch of Europe Stage names, and the information that five day tickets are sold out-those who do not want to miss out still have the seven and three day options available, and of course daily tickets, but prices will hike once…
An Hour at the Museum: Visiting the Restored Romanesque Hall of the Budapest Museum of Fine Arts
In the past years I have occasionally complained to whoever was willing to listen (or not, it was not really their choice) that I miss visiting the El Grecos in the Museum of Fine Arts. The El Grecos, mind you, have not made any grand escape, it’s simply that the museum is closed for restoration,…
Lana and Ray- A March Bunch of Sziget Names
Any music lover will have that one friend, who, whenever confronted with the line up of any festival, will moderately to completely ignore the headliner(s) and go on a long, convoluted, scientific rant about how the seventh name in the fifth row of small letters is basically the band that makes the whole thing worthwhile and you…
Genre Bending: Carpenter Brut @ Akvárium
I was once lying on the cold ice of the Városliget rink, face down, having just discovered that I can neither stand, nor stop or get up on ice, so basically the position I found myself in was also the only one available to me altogether at that point. It was however a good position…
Clubbing for Introverts: Com Truise @ A38
Whenever, for unfathomable reasons called bad judgement and peer pressure, I did consent to going clubbing, the second I entered the door I felt like Lieutenant Commander Data sent to a very strange alien planet to investigate the habits and customs of the locals, to his great puzzlement and moderate amusement. My advantage over Data…
Breaking the Mold: Son Lux @ Dürer Kert
As I was packed in a tight, sardine-like and increasingly fidgety queue waiting to finally be reunited with my coat, many thoughts were swirling in my mind. Somewhere deep in the subconscious was the truism of Romania’s ex-president, namely that winter is not like summer, because if it were summer, I would now be carelessly…
Fading Beauty: In Search of Secession in Újlipótváros
It takes special talent to go on a city walk on one of the coldest mornings of the winter, or, to highlight my gifts even more, on the only truly freezing weekend morning of the entire season. Nevertheless, I managed to embark on the adventure with little to no regrets: perhaps I could have taken…
Farewell to the Winter Olympics on the Normafa Trail
It was completely and totally obvious that given the warm winter we’ve been having a cold snap would arrive, and it would arrive late, right about the time you consider checking out the state of your spring wardrobe, just in case. Well, at least it’s not here for Easter, and we hope it won’t return…
Dark Nights and a State of Grace: Ghostpoet @ A38
Concert etiquette, like most decent human interaction, needn’t be a difficult thing. There are no tips and tricks on how to get it right, no blurred lines between what’s alright and what isn’t. If you are a pest to those around you, and your presence hinders them from enjoying the show, you have failed. If…
Pocket Diary Budapest 