A Late Night Talk

Hola everyone.


Right now, it’s a few minutes after 9 p.m here in Brighton. The sky has long darkened and slowly but surely you can feel the city calm down. I’ve always loved these times. I’ve always been a creature of the night. And I’ve always been a big fan of late night chats. The talks when people suddenly start discussing their own fate, their personality, their deepest desires and strongest fears. Something about the night makes the truth, the sincereness come out and I’ve always loved that and been fascinated by it. And now that I’ve been thinking about what to write as today’s post, I thought such a late night talk would be the perfect fit. So, get into something comfy, grab a tea and let’s get chatting.

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You know, since the beginning of 2019 – which we’re still in, actually, right? – I’ve been thinking about the last year, probably as many other people too. Maybe even yourself. For me, 2018 was truly the craziest year of my entire life so far. Without any doubt. I finished my first bachelor’s degree. Started my own music column for the magazine I’m writing for. Worked at a damn huge festival for the very first time (hopefully not the last). Visited Sziget again, thank god. Worked at the biggest music promotion company in my country. Saw Ed twice (can never be enough, though). Saw my love Marty again. Strolled through the streets of Budapest with my mum. Finally saw the one and only Justin Timberlake live (was well over due, trust me). Moved to Brighton to study music journalism at the legendary BIMM (probably the craziest part). Did my very first interview with a musician, that I’m a huge fan of (this right here is the big contestant for the first spot on the list of craziness, next to the move). Had the very same interview published in The Sun (say whatever you want about the paper, it’s a damn huge deal). Read a ton of books and listened to so much more music. Laughed more. Loved more. Lived more. And so much more that I can’t seem to remember now.

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And seeing it now, black on white, makes it even more crazy. If anyone would have told me I’d be where I am right now, I would have laughed in their face. But now I’m really here. And now it’s already 2019 and I have no idea what’s going to happen. I can just hope for the best and that my plans will become reality. Maybe, at this time in a year, I’ll be in London, together with Leni. Stuffed into a small but cozy apartment in the middle of the city we’ve always dreamed about and now call our home. It won’t always be the easiest, but we’ll always make it work, I’m sure of that.

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I’ve always been someone who gives everything for her dreams. Who fights for them with all her might. I wouldn’t be where I am if I wasn’t that person. And I’m very proud of that. And it’s not just about big dreams. Even the smallest one is important. Just recently I finally edited all the videos I had saved together into a little potpourri of different moments of my life and added one of Tom’s songs to it. Just put a black and white filter over it and there you have your super emotional video. One that I’ve been wanting to make for ages and finally did. And I’m so happy and proud because of it. Or, another example, since 2015 it has always been my big wish to see Marty every year. And since then I’ve been able to stick to it, every single year. Not just because I wanted it that much, but because I also fought for it. The same with seeing Ed live or getting my mum to visit Sziget again, for the whole week this time (yes, seven full on festival days, I can already start mentally preparing myself for the recovery). And I know, I’m literally just talking about music related things right now, but that stuff basically rules my life, so.  Or even if it’s just finishing a book and being proud of it. It’s about the small dreams, the small goals and the small fights. Because we can only grow from small ones.

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But finally, what I wanna say – no matter how you’re feeling right now, it will get better, trust me. And if you have a dream, go and fight for it. No matter how small or big it is, crazy or normal it might sound. If it means something to you, it deserves to become reality. Please let nobody tell you any different.

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And if you need an immediate portion of happiness to feel better, here you go. I’ve been listening to and looking at this little adorable bean while writing this post and my heart is nearly bursting, so I’m pretty sure you could call Tyler a literal happy pill. Such a cutie, I don’t know how Jenna is able to handle him (good for her though, he’s a true gem).

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And yeah, I think that’s it for this late night’s talk. I hope I could inspire you a bit with my babbling about music and dreams and I dearly hope that you enjoyed this post. And I also hope that the little bean named Tyler could put a smile on your face. As always, please don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts and comments down below. Start your own late night chat, go on. And besides that, I hope you’re all doing good and wish you a lovely week. And, of course, thanks for reading. x

Concert overload

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Sorry for not posting anything yesterday. I had quite a busy day yesterday and then went to a concert in the evening. And I know what you’re thinking right now – do I ever spent my time by doing anything else than going to concerts? And my answer is: nope, not really.

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But jokes aside, this week really has been the week of music. I went to a concert on Monday, to see Coasts and The Hunna, and yesterday to see Kraftklub, a super freaky, super cool band from Germany. And I have to say, both concerts were pretty damn amazing and on the other side completely different in size, style of music and overall feeling.

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But for this post, let’s talk about pretty much the smallest concert I’ve ever been to – Coasts and The Hunna. Actually, the whole concert trip started of pretty badly as I completely mixed up the dates and already drove to Vienna on Sunday and then went to the venue just to see that the whole place was shut down and that the concert was actually scheduled for the next day. Yes, I was embarrassed. No, I don’t know how that happened or why I didn’t notice the date when I was packing the freaking tickets. And yes, my friend and I did laugh about it quite for some time. So, that was the start. It could have been better, let’s get that right. But hey, we made the best of it, went for dinner and had a nice, long chat. And the concert the next evening totally made up for it, as it was freaking amazing, seriously. I mean, the venue, The Flex in Vienna, is literally just a small club. There were like 200 people, at best. It was so so so small. At first I was even looking for another entrance, but that little stage was really the stage.

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Anyways, the support act, Coasts, started right after we got in and I have to say, I really really enjoyed their set. I mean, I’ve now been listening to them for three or four years and I’m really happy that I finally got the chance to see them live. Which also surprises me a bit, as I would have never thought that bands like Coasts and The Hunna, which are pretty unknown here, would visit Vienna on their tour. But I’m really really really glad they did.

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After Coasts The Hunna went on stage and from the first second on, I was sold. I mean, I looooove their music, seriously. It’s like what I love about music in a nutshell. It’s rock and punk and awesome drum beats and an amazing singing voice all in one. I love it. And I loved their show. I was screaming and singing my lungs, jumping around like crazy and just smiling throughout the whole show. It really was breathtaking. Both bands are amazing live and they really know how to entertain a crowd, even such a small one.

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But apart from all that fantastic live music, my highlight of the night has to be when my friend and I were about to walk out and I just took all of my strength and braveness together and walked up to the lead singer of Coasts to chat. I don’t even know what got into me. I mean, I’m usually the shyest person ever, but there I was, walking up to this guy, ready to talk to him. And I have to say, it was so so so nice. God, he was so nice to me. No joke. When I got to him I quickly said that I loved their set and that I’ve been listening to them for over three years and he got all smiley and thanked me a hundred times and pulled me into a hug. Like, straight out of nowhere. How freaking cute is that? And then we chatted a little bit about their show and their upcoming tour and he said that they would come to Vienna again and I told him about my plan of moving to Brighton and he said that he loved that city and wished me good luck with my studies and that I should come to their show when they’re playing in Brighton and then stay a little bit and say hello, because he will for sure remember me. And then we exchanged names and he hugged me again. And then I went back to my friend, feeling so so so proud. I never thought that I would once be so brave to just walk up to a singer of a band I love, just to chat with him. Without nearly getting a heart attack. I’m really so so proud. And I’m really glad that I walked up to him. One of the best decisions ever.

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So yeah, that was the story of the smallest concert I’ve ever visited and of how I overcame my shyness and talked to a super nice singer and band member. If any of you guys ever get the chance to see these bands live, please don’t waste it. They are really amazing and they deserve all the love and appreciation they can get. I would say that they are pretty underrated. So if you have time, do give them a listen, you won’t regret it, I swear. And apart from that I hope you enjoyed this little post and please stay tuned for Monday and part two of my concert week. And until then, please don’t hesitate to leave a comment down below. And, as always, I hope you’re all doing good, I wish you a nice weekend and thanks for reading. x

Paris at night – a concept

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And we’re back with the series. As already mentioned in my previous posts, Paris is quite unbelievable when it comes to it’s beauty. Because I just couldn’t stop taking pictures. Especially at night. Especially in black and white. I still can’t really tell if Paris is more beautiful at night or at daytime. The decision is too tough.

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And as I took so many pictures, I just had to turn this into a whole post, dedicated to the beautiful, magnificent Paris at night in black and white. But I’ll let the pictures do the talking. I hope you enjoy the pictures as much as I did taking them. And please don’t hesitate to leave a comment. And as always, I wish you alp an amazing week and thanks for reading. x

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