intoned Rutger Hauer, “you people wouldn’t believe.”
And from my window, I can watch the lights on the skyscrapers of Umeda rhythmically pulsate into the night.
And so it came to pass I found myself in Japan again, this time looking for something rather significant and lasting. A life, you might say. Getting to this part involved a bit of planning and a lot, and I mean a LOT, of sitting in a chair. In return, I have three months here to find a patron. That’s ninety days in Japan if I FAIL. Needless to say I feel good about this and its potential effects on my life.
It’s already having a powerful musical effect on me. When I came to Kyoto two years ago, I felt a growing apathy towards music in my life, and living in Japan mysteriously stoked my lust for vast quantities of listening material and opened my musical horizons. Back in the country, I can feel songs already have an “electric” immediacy to them I never noticed before- even very familiar songs, heard while zonked from the trans-Pacific travel. Enslaved’s new album is going to be a hell of a trip when I crank it up in Arashiyama, as I did with their last new release two years ago.
Funny thing, it felt like I’d never left. I stumbled exhausted into my hotel, tucked into an bizarrely isolated feeling side street of Yodogawa, showered and changed, then ducked into a ramen shop on an empty lot, and trolled the convenience stores afterwards for cheap shochu. Walking back, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this is how it’s always been, this is how I do things. Wandering a big Japanese city just feels like- home for me.
I could keep writing, but I already have an interview tomorrow, and I want to enjoy sleeping horizontally again.