summer is approaching, and there is this delicate balance between winter chill and sweltering summer humidity. i know this season is precious, and i should cherish it. the summer heat in japan is hellish. i haven’t been blogging recently, because life seems to be a delicate balance between living on-line or behind a camera lens, and experiencing the visceral life first hand. i am trying to get better at this balance.
last saturday night, i cherished, at the risk of hyperbolizing, the best party i’ve been to in japan. it was a mod night in kawasaki. the club was dotted with go-go boots, skinny suits, pin-stripe clad japanese hipsters. i even saw a girl wearing a kimono with a Sam Cooke obi. Brenton wood and the likes emanated from the d.j. booth in between live music sets.
i was with two girls i recently met, so i was trying to stay super calm, but once a japanese ska band came on, i simply couldn’t restrain the mini-demon inside me. i moshed with the rest of the dudes in the (humble) pit and released all the crowded train, long work hours, not being able to read japanese, anger bottled up in me.
i guess i moshed respectably, at least respectably enough to share the microphone for a second when the lead singer jumped into the audience, and respectably enough to be allowed backstage with the girls. i stayed up the rest of the night backstage, drinking whiskey and beers with the bands, and shooting shit with a fellow dread-locked mosher.
beyond that the night was fuzzy. i know i biked home when the sun was up, convenience store onigiri hanging from my beard, singing at the top of my lungs.
raging is so necessary. releasing my mini-demon is so necessary. it’s just a bummer that party is once a year. in the mean time, i will continue to seek healthy places to air out that aggression.