When I started this blog, my aim was to write about local cultural events….actually anything BUT MUSIC! Yet, I cannot resist writing about my favourite Hungarian singer and her amazing concert in Szeged. Who? Bea Palya, who else.
More than ‘world music’
Bea Palya is a phenomenon - a phenomenon not easy to define. For labeling it folk music, it’s not ‘folk-y’ enough, for labeling it to world music (I hate this term anyway), it’s too complex. Fusional, no doubt. Ms Palya has a wonderful talent of merging different musical styles, even juxtaposing remote cultures as if they belonged together in the most implicit way.
Beáta Palya was born near Szeged (in Makó) and grew up in a small village near Budapest. She carries the roots of Hungarian ethnic traditions (often in the form of erotic folk songs, with all the beauties of the euphemic Hungarian language), as well as Gipsy music from her maternal grandfather.
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* sunshine * beautiful girls * hot cycler guys * banks of the Tisza * open air theater * Grand Café * “old” bridge with flowers * watching the musical clockwork * bathing in the sun on the Kárász street * walking home in the dawn on the Boldogasszony avenue * Christmas market with the odor of mulled wine * breakfast in the “loo-canteen” * university students * old guy with his mouth organ * “horse rump” * stamping through the dead leafs in the Liget * bridge fair * wine festival * old men and women sitting on the benches of the Széchenyi square * small pubs * street musicians * TIK * roaming in the botanic garden * the dragon boats * small distances * “Yellow”, which only true Szegedians do understand * Anna-bath * Nyugi * Zápor Jóska * foreigners * dance houses * parties on a ship * SZIN festival, where everybody turns out to be your friend * playgrounds * constant renovations * nostalgia tram * Art Nouveau * skating * paprika * “sunshine” houses * Sunday afternoons in the Zoo * the fact that you cannot get lost *
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