hungarian traditions

Summary:
  • Serbia: woman in a white dress, belting out a power pop ballad
  • Austria: Dreamworks logo tries for a career as a boy band singer
  • Macedonia: Classic pop song and/or political statement about fetuses not counting as people (at least in a ESC setting)
  • Malta: woman in a white dress, belting out a power pop ballad
  • Romania: Yodel, rap, giant cannons - peak Eurovision
  • Netherlands: Coming soon to your mom’s iPod/the end credits of a Diane Keaton movie
  • Hungary: Hungarian hipster rapping with traditional folk dancer backup
  • Denmark: woman in a RED!!!! dress, belting out a power pop ballad
  • Ireland: A Ballad From Ireland - this year a Disney number performed by a smol child
  • San Marino: Your dorky parents embarrassing you by grinding on the dance floor
  • Croatia: An opera singer and a Broadway singer fighting for control over the same body. Possibly homophobic, despite definitely pride-friendly scene decor. Might be a Brony.
  • Norway: Macklemore enslaving Zer0 from Borderlands to bang on a drum to his generic pop beat
  • Switzerland: The Beauty and the Beast live action remake looks great
  • Belarus: woman in a white dress, belting out a power pop ballad singing a happy cute folksong with her awkward brother on one of those Florida boats
  • Bulgaria: Another smol child because like most things Biebermania hasn’t reached Europe until now
  • Lithuania: Kill Bill - the Musical
  • Estonia: Generic Soap Opera - the Musical. Saw Love Love Peace Peace and mistook it for instructions.
  • Israel: Happy beefcake taking a dance break at the gym, who also watched Love Love Peace Peace

So…this Hungarian woman at church approached me a couple of weeks ago to tell me that she had a dress she wanted to give me (internally I was like ???? I’ve never spoken to you in my life why would you give me clothes??) and today she brought it and gave it to me after mass. It’s a traditional Hungarian dress, in about five parts (underskirt, blouse, over skirt, vest, apron..) and was also her wedding dress, apparently (again…why me????). But yeah, since my dad’s from Poland she thought it was similar enough to traditional Polish attire, and therefor I’d like it (I do!). It’s super authentic and fun to twirl in, I just tried it on now, and am still wearing it.

Molnár József - Halastó a lengyel Tátrában a menguszfalvi csúcsoknál 

(1870-es évek)

116 x 146,5 cm                            
Olaj, vászon

Locsolás

Locsolás is a Hungarian and Polish tradition for Easter. Males go to the females’ house and sprinkle them with water. Originally they dumped a bucket of water on them, however today there are all sorts of way to sprinkle them. Before the sprinkling boys tell a poem, in which they ask if they are allowed to sprinkle. After that boys receive money, Easter eggs and chocolate. In the original tradition boys had to go around the house before noon and after noon girls went to sprinkle them back.

i am so so happy with hungary’s eurovision entry this year, the singer finally for once has a good and unique voice and the song is both in hungarian and romani and it’s amazing as well, i’ve been waiting for so long to see a romani artist representing our country especially with a song like this one since hungarian romani people have for long played and still play a huge part in hungarian traditional music

Hi Everybody! Now, I didn’t bring Rammstein artwork, but other metal band. :) I really love SABATON too..They are a swedish metal band, and they have lot of awesome songs. I love the band members, they are kind and funny guys, especially, Joakim Brodén the singer. And they will come to Budapest with Last Tour at next weekend, I can’t wait it, and I drew Joakim Brodén with “Palinka” bottle. He loves this traditional hungarian drink.. :))))

I was allowed, indeed ordered, to attend the Holy of Holies, the piano masterclasses. They were quite different from any classes I had been to up till then. One was not taught how to play well but how to become a part of one’s instrument until the soul of the interpreter became the messenger of music, restoring it in all its original clarity.
Only a few ‘grown-ups’ aged twenty-five and more came to these
classes. They were virtuosos, with a technique far outstripping my
hesitant beginner’s effrontery, who came along to perfect their already considerable mastery under the eye of Istvan Thomán, who made an indelible impression on me. He had been a pupil of Liszt’s and was subsequently the revered teacher of Bartók and Dohnányi. He had been appointed to the top class at the Academy late in life and was its Tree of Life – an authentic, first-hand purveyor of the teaching of Franz Liszt.
I can still hear his voice roaring like an old lion’s after a pupil
had played Liszt’s Grande Polonaise and Chopin’s Fourth Ballade. “I once played these pieces to Liszt in this very room.” What Liszt had told our master was handed on to us as if it was something completely new, a password for generations of young interpreters.
—  György Cziffra