I managed to make my first trip to Slovakia in January of 2003, in the few-weeks span when this song, by a Slovak pop-punk band, was blowing up the local charts. The experience, my first night in town, seeing a hundred young Slovaks packed in a bar, singing along to this, coupled with my newfound celebrity as "the American," was surreal. You'll never guess what the L.A.G. stands for (OK, probably you will). And, truly, the video is worse than I imagined.
This song became something of an anthem for my times in Slovakia; I post it today to mark my next trip. My friend, Jan (as in John), is getting married. I'll be gone from Aug. 7-24, starting in Bratislava for the wedding, then wandering south into Hungary, to Budapest, then back north into Vienna. I'll try to schedule a couple of posts for while I'm away; if I don't, please don't kick me out of the blog.