Written by adambosze on 2014-03-08
I have some important and happy memories, as everybody has, that I am very proud of. I worked as music critic for one of the newspapers with the largest circulation in Hungary between 1995 and 2000. I produced 3-4 reviews weekly mainly on concerts or on recordings. It was quite hard to write so often but I enjoyed it or more: I was in love with this kind of work (reading, listening, writing and receiving free tickets). It happened that a girl who invited me to a concert (those were the days!) took me by the arm after the performance and led towards the artist’s room. But suddenly a lady crossed our paths kissing her and looking me up and down. I introduced myself.
“I know very well who you are.” She answered quite officially. “I enjoy your reviews.”
And she shook my hand warmly. She was Annie Fischer.