Angels fly to Budapest – Péter Eötvös’ opera for the first time in Hungary

The Budapest premiere will happen on the 10th of October as part of the CAFe Budapest Contemporary Arts Festival, together with the Neue Oper Wien.

In John Cage’s piece, the singer feels naked on stage – interview with opera singer Katalin Károlyi

Katalin Károlyi mezzosoprano will give the concerts Human Voice 2.1 and 2.2. The repertoire consists of three contemporary pieces of different kinds.

If it is worth showing the audience, I never hesitate – interview with Gábor Hollerung

Gábor Hollerung, conductor of the Ernő Dohnányi Symphonic Orchestra in Budafok, believes that neither romantic nor emotional music can go out of fashion.

Rosie’s Revelation ~ A short story by Susan Anwin

“I don’t want to see the visions anymore. They are wrong.” Her mom cupped her face between her hands. “How can you say that? God is talking to you.”

The Color of Nothing ~ A short story by Susan Anwin

She was pretty alright, but beyond that there was something in the way she looked at him, with the ghost of a smile on her lips.

Nick Cave’s guitarist is giving a concert in the Müpa

Two of Dirtmusic’s founding members are Chris Eckman and Hugo Race. Latter was in Nick Cave’s accompanying band Bad Seeds, and played on its first album.

Did the Nazis put their hand on our arm forever? – director Oliver Zahn on the art history of the outstreched arm

The ‘outstretched arm‘ says a lot about how contaminated signifiers work, and the interconnections between art and politics in general – says Oliver Zahn.

Rolando Villazón – opera singer with jester vibes and a dinosaur mask

After leaving the shower cabin, Villazón started to develop his voice – and fell in love with the genre of opera forever.

“We are all related!” – A show featuring a Hungarian ethnomusicologist and Caucasian folk musicians

Gergely Agócs has been conducting research in the Caucasus for almost two decades. His new show Paternal Branch features former research participants.

Star Thief ~ A short story by Susan Anwin

“Look for a star? In the quantum level? Jack, this is not the time to be a jackass.” “What, I’m just trying to be useful.”

Japanese lady found alternative ways that led to Hungarian composer – interview with Ryoko Aoki

After the concert, Toshio Hosokawa introduced me to Peter. He knew that I am Noh singer, he said “Please sing my piece Harakiri”.

Body in my Bed ~ A short story by Susan Anwin

Every time I get home, there’s a naked body in the bed. It’s always the same body, female, 30’s, just lying there, pale in the early morning gloom…

Pope Francis receives a print by Lajos Vajda from the Ferenczy Museum Center

A Remembrance Mass in the Saint Peter’s Basilica, and artworks by Szentendre artists showcasted in streets surrounding the Campo di Fiori.

The Real Me ~ A short story by Susan Anwin

The little defect of my kind is widely known, it’s how we are identified by prospective hunters. See, when we fall in love, we undergo certain… changes.

Dark Sister, Part 3 ~ A story by Susan Anwin

“Hey! Tim! You hear me? Come ‘n get me out of here, bitch! … Look, I really don’t think this is gonna work. We did not part on the best of terms.”

Dark Sister, Part 2 ~ A story by Susan Anwin

My first instinct was to protest that I wasn’t a vohiek, but the Prince went on. “I should have killed you when I had the chance. I might, still.”

Dark Sister, Part 1 ~ A story by Susan Anwin

“Any prince or noble would be glad to have that pure blood in their dynasty. Instead of cleaning shit for aristocrats…”

Fire Brother ~ A short story by Susan Anwin

“My… my lord… will you dance the Opening Dance with me…?” the Princess breathed, half her bashful sigh muffled by that famed golden fall of hair.

The mirror me ~ By Anna Danuhy

“And I wish I could just keep silent, I don’t know how I look to you, probably just a fluid being, existing only in your words…”

Lost in Transition ~ A short story by Susan Anwin

“This is a non-smoking institution,” another guy from one of the top bunk beds informed him. Jack tsked at him. “C’mon, no one’s gonna notice.”

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