19/03/10

A very happy Mojo Day to all followers of the Discordian religion who might be reading this. We, at the Hub have a genuine respect for this particular "disorganised" religion, which includes in its doctrine the concept that every man, woman and child on earth is a Pope and everyone must eat a hot dog but absolutely not a hot dog bun...

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Spring Festival (Festival)

Various Locations, 19th March

Budapest experiences its annual cultural awakening, akin to the tentative stirrings of spring from the icy and unrelenting grip of winter. The horizon, for too long, seeming so far, is illuminated by a luminescent constellation of internationally renowned stars heralding the warm and sultry breath of summer.

Palace of Arts 19:45,

Komor Marcell u. 1., 8500 to 1500 Ft

Beethoven’s symphony No. 9 and Piano concerto No. 4 fronted by a troupe of international performers, is a lightening strike to commence the cultural bombardment to follow.

National Theatre
Bajor Gizi park 1, 3500 to 1200 Ft
A tragedy of narcissistic generosity: King Lear in Hungarian-a mouthful even for the most cunning linguist-throbs with the promise of an eventful evenings frolicking.


Hungarian State Opera House,

Andrássy út 22, 16900 to 1000 Ft

Bournonville: La Sylphide
Tutu, but certainly not second class, a tale of wild and dangerous women it gallops like Nijinsky to the finish. I would back this all the way.

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If that's not your bag, you could also try....

Zodiac Cartel 
Corvinteto, 20:00, 1200Ft  
Apostle of General Zod, the remixing "banksey of techno" with a mysterious concoction of "house with a techno heart" promises to keep you awake "like a rodent gnawing on the bones of a goat". 
 
Wisp 
A38, 20:00 
DonkeyKong-playing, barreling in from Niagara, overflowing with a wash of jungle, experimental drum and base, and ambient electronica. Will Wisp float your boat? 

The Stoned Rolling Stones 
Old Mans music club, Free 
In praise of the green buds of spring, I have pre-rolled a camberwell carrot of big lips, bleary eyes and midnight trips to the all night shop.

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