tokyo – oct 11
My first day off.
It’s a delirious feeling.
No hurry for anything finally. No train to make. No sound check to check sound. Just a random coffee. Maybe a meal. Then we all split up till dinner, and I opt for a Japanese bath to instigate the deep plunge of sleep. The water aids in its singe and puts the slo mo back in the bones.
The isolation is a break and the mind shuts down.
Then back up for a dollup of shop. Some fabrics for sofie. A large missingness of family on the road here instigates the acquisition of some fine silk and traditional elements. Some other fun stuff too. And I check out the cameras anyway, just to see if I can still find the way not to buy one.
I do. So I don’t.
The night ends with a final meal good-bye party. Oh no, hee hee (aki’s lovely and severely pregnant wife) brought me kimonos, and I promised the wife not to bring any back this time.
It’s a fine affair. Low down and up beat. Have a fine chat with the record company kids about a ridiculous idea I have about putting out records on more then one label there since I make too many of them. By morning I will come to my senses, but for now I am amped on them Japanese vodka lemon sours, now being made with grapefuit. The women are drinking men’s drinks; beer and sake. The men are drinking women’s drinks: lemon sours. it works somehow. Mika, augie, aki, norio, hee hee, ginko and seth.
Then when the hotel wraps itself around me, I yip. Sleep sleep sleep. Wonderful fullingness mixed with a fine missingness of family whom I get to see soon. First a dream to lead me to them.
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