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That song reminds me of watching Post Modern and 120 Minutes late at night in MTV. Great song that never really made it into the mainstream but anyone who was into alternative then remembers.

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Definitely outside the mainstream, but that’s where all the fun is! Knowing who they were was like belonging to a secret club.

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Great post. Another side to your writing. It made me think of one of my favorite Jethro Tull songs, ‘Budapest’. It contains one of my favorite lyrical lines, “She wouldn’t make love, but she could make a good sandwich”. When you’re out on the road sometimes that’s more important.

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Thanks, Daniel! Very wise words, indeed. They do say that the key to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Sounds like Ian Anderson was ahead of his time. 😀

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I saw the Dead Milkmen once. I’ve been to Prague once. Prague was a bit more exhilarating than the Dead Milkmen. But they had it right, the 80’s were full of people that would dance to any techno garbage as long as the drugs were strong enough.

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You’ll Dance to Anything

https://youtu.be/hVGhHdRZJZc?si=FheC3bZDSB8a0xVT

Dead Milkmen have been one of my favorite bands since I bought Big Lizard in cassette in 1990. Also bought Gwar “Scumdogs of the Universe” and Butthole Surfer’s “Hairway to Steven” on the same day.

You could say there was a theme to my musical tastes.

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I did see GWAR too. What a wonderful mess they were. Saw the Butthole Surfers too. All wonderful messes. This was all in the 80’s. You can’t go wrong with the Dead Kennedys, Agent Orange or MDC. Back when bands were the ultimate marriages made in Dadaist hell. Good for you! You like real music made by real crazies. When it’s all said and done, stop by Nick Cave’s and Leonard Cohen’s Towers of Song.

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They’d even dance to Day-peche Commode.

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Depressed Mode? Color me depressed!

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I was surprised by how much human crap was in the sidewalks of Budapest. And it was always a bright red, I presume from all that damn paprika they eat.

I started calling it “Poop-rakosh” which I still find hilariously clever, if I do say so myself.

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I'm tempted to ask how you knew it was human crap, but I'm not sure I want to know the answer.

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Maybe really big dogs...who also love paprika. :-D

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My go-to phrase in Hungary was "Nem beszélek Magyarul", which was a ridiculous thing to say since I was obviously speaking Magyarul. But natives generally spoke English and were very accommodating.

Also important: "Hol van a vécé?"

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I tried speaking it once to a bartender at a hotel bar and she just gave me the most soul crushing headshake and then asked me in English what I was having.

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You can get pretty far on those two alone. Even after a year, my Hungarian wasn't much better. Just couldn't wrap my head around the language.

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A Hungarian band for you then, Vágtázó Halottkémek (Galloping Coroners). I love that they started in 1975 but were adventurous sounding enough that US punk weirdo label Alternative Tentacles released records of theirs.

https://youtu.be/NqXEOBNeHAA?feature=shared

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Well that was fun! Thanks, Jamie!

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Loved this one once again

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Thanks, Vince!

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Appreciate Nyugati, the Milkmen, and this post!

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And I appreciate you, Seth! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!

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I like you Stuart. You’re not like all the other people in the trailer park.

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LOL. I can’t tell you how much joy Stuart has given me over the years.

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