hello my not Hungarian readers. Nice to have you here.
I checked the statistics the other day and learned that the visitors of this blog are quite an international group of people.
I dont know if you are a reader of this blog, or just got lost in the mysterious labyrinth of the internet, or blacked out and woke up with this link written on your forehead, but only one thing counts: that you're here.
And if you're not Hungarian, but you like indie music, you probably don't know this song, even though you should.
Fruzsi got me a birthday present in Bristol: a CD of a charming local indie band called Most Planes Land.
I listened to it, then again, then again, then again, then again... and then I checked the band on the internet and learned that it's almost completely unknown (their bandpage has 214 fans on facebook and around 50 views on their youtube vids)
That made me think about those amazing things which are hidden in this world. Because there must be a lot.
I'll share some I know.
Clown and Bard Hostel, Prague
It's hiding in a cellar, just a few minutes from Prague's city center. A bar and a hostel at the same time, with old furniture, lots and lots of mirrors, a blue haired barman/receptionist, freaking good music and the most fun travellers from every corner of the world.
Gustavo Aimar
He's my very favourite illustrator, but (at least in Hungary) nobody knows his name. Just take a look at his works, isn't he awesome?
Lying under the Eiffel tower
I guess most tourists in Paris cross under the Eiffel tower and then they probably admire it from that angle, but very few people know how different it looks if you lie down on the ground. It looks so robust, almost infinite.
This blog.
An abandoned blog, once had been written by a poetic 17-year-old girl. Beautiful things can be found there, not just personal stuff, but pictures, quotes and music. Only for those who speak Hungarian.
Now that the last day is over and I can sleep in a proper bed with a proper blanket and proper pillows, I dream about SZIGET.
So here are some more festival moments of the amazing day 5!!
#7 RUBEN'S STORY. Ruben had his tent in our neighbourhood and he told me how they tried to make drunk people eat sand.
#8 At KILLERS waiting for the 'I got soul but I'm not a soldier' part. Before that a very long guitar solo was on, and the whole crowd was shouting it and fiiiinally Brandon Flower's beautiful voice crushed in. AAwh so fucking amazing!
#9 THAT SURREAL LAST NIGHT when I didnt go to sleep at all but
had a cigarette with Peter Pan (real name: Jeremy) in front of our tents
then our neighbour Lex and some random dutch guys came with a stolen bench and a table and they broke them into pieces (!!)
and I made a sandcastle (dirt-castle) with a flag on it,
and then we were lyring on the ruins and talking about love and shit til 6 am;
when a tiger and a penguin came and broke the pieces of the bench into even smaller pieces... and then took off their costumes and danced 'I'm sexy and I know it' by LMFAO.
SZIGET's been amazing!! the best week of summer, really.
Here are some real festival moments:
#1 At TWO DOOR CINEMA CLUB (which we watched from the first row!!) somebody tried to throw a loaf of bread on the stage but he missed it... and the bread hit one of the security guards. All the security people and audience in the first rows were laughing so hard...
#2SHANTEL concert, which is balkan music mixed with electro.We had no idea what it was until our neighbours took us there. The best concert of the week, really. It was so shockingly fun that i cant remember anything of it.... just that we went mad! (weird but world music concerts were generally better than indie or rock concerts)
#3MEETING DAVE AND JIMMY. Dave's a freak we met last year with his cow-shaped cap, Jimmy. On his arms there are thirty-something festival tickets (!!) And his tent is not so far away from ours and even though he didnt recognise us first now he says hi all the time and calls us 'gorgeus' and 'beautiful'
#4 seeing CHARLIE FINK. Oooh my, what a beautiful creature! Either i will marry him or stay single forever.
#5PRETENDING TO BE HIGH and jumping dancing like idiots when we are actually sober (or almost). So people stare at us and laugh. At Korn & The Horrors
#6 THE DUSTBIN-DRUMS. On day minus one there was a technical error and party places couldn't play music... And all along the main street of SZIGET people stood round the dustbins and drummed ritmically. It sounded like some mystic indian music, so much better than party places...
SZIGET's been on for 4 days now and I came home to say a quick hi to my family and eat a delicious lunch prepared with love. And a shower in my own bathroom, of course. I literally had to scratch my skin with my nails for 15 minutes to wash the dirt off and get back my normal skin colour.
Yeah but all in all I'm very happy that we've chosen the hobo-life and live inside the festival with our neighbours. Between our tents there's a little space with blankets and that's where we spend time between concerts, and in the morning when existing is all we have energy for. On festivals you can find drinking buddies at every corner but suffering from hangover together with those guys makes us real friends.
My friend Anna lost her purse with all her money in it so now we live very very low-cost. It means about 2-3 euros per day. So in the last few days I became a master in how to sneak in somewhere with vodka under my shirt, and how to get food without money.
Caro Emerald today, then Crystal Fighters then Rizzle Kicks. Aaaawh yeah
