I have this little collection of songs of likeable Hungarian songs in English. It’s a silly thing to collect because the specimens are very rare; it’s hard enough to find English-language music made in Hungary, let alone good stuff. So it’s a very slow process; I probably find one every two years or so. Last year I wrote about one of my collectibles: Manoya’s ‘Rebirth‘.
Here’s another, ‘Select all/delete all’ by Amber Smith, which was an earworm of mine a few years ago.
Today, I realised that a song I’d been growing fond of for a while, Juli Fabian and Zoohacker’s ‘Sizzlin’, turns out to be a Hungarian original. Before you listen, hear me out: this song insidiously grew on me. It’s very cheesy; very cheesy indeed. But there’s just something about it to me, especially as it builds up … an unadulterated optimism, a childlike faith in new beginnings. Yes, even those ideas are cheesy, let alone the music. But maybe it’s the complete lack of irony about it that is hooking me in.
Today, I dedicate this to Sally, who I just found out is flying across the world in a ‘forever’ fashion this December, with her little family (her lovely daughter is a week younger than Maja).
Sally, I know what it’s like to shift your life across continents (and so do you already!). In my experience, it’s scary and sad, and it’s confusing: the superficiality of the physical stuff that defines it (handing your landlord the key to your old flat, arranging your ride to the airport, filling out your departure card, shuffling down a rickety boarding ramp into a plane that already smells like bottled air) doesn’t match what you
are think you should be going through emotionally. But it always comes with that breathless feeling: the one that won’t let you hold onto anything, anything that’s been distracting you in your day-to-day life. The forced surrender of the knowledge of what happens next; the forcing of your attention towards new stories, new characters, new plotlines. The falling away of bonds physical and emotional. New life, a new birth.
Sally! I give to you this cheesy little slice of Hungarian faith in a new beginning: faith in the perfect rightness of your plan for exactly the person you are, at exactly this point in time.
I’m diving under the ocean of memories
I’m cooling my body in the fresh new breeze
of my newborn love, ooh, my newborn love
Makes me fly like a light white dove …
Eat. That. Cheese.