Plan to boogie

Today I woke up and jumped from bed directly into my short-shorts with the intention to go to right now's Boogie in Live in Shibuya featuring a DJ who is a member of an incredible Japanese jazz band (Soil and Pimp Sessions).

I quit it though, because I would have had to stay until 5am boogie-ing, maybe alone. So I quit it.

More school tomorrow, another oddly organized essay to turn in stuck in my notebook.

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Stuck into Pulling

It's quite different. Before I had left Washington and left my band to study for awhile in Tokyo, my ears had become sensitive. It had been 6 years with the same band, with the same routine of playing together at such an immodest volume for hours every week. I love(d) it. Being a trigger of or and being that big sound, and having even to climb over the tops of other big sounds to poke out and be heard, in all the noise, like in water in a dream, but it is real. My ears were lovingly, recklessly smothered with sound for 6 years. On top of it, the constant situations where love and noise coincide, before, during and after our noise there is love, sweat-soaked bodies hugging, and then sometimes afterward, some drinking. The relationship is like a set of shoulders.

It's been 8 months of no noise. And making songs using notes without weight, because its loud and I don't want the thinness of my house, crowded by thinner houses, to let my racket become someone else' racket. It didn't bother me until recently. And so I'm renting a practice space at the start of next month.

例外の日

外国人として東京での生活をするのは時々大変さびしくなる。一体どうしたらいいと友だちを作ってみながらよく思う。
でも、短所も長所もあるから、そんなにかわいそうな生活じゃない。

気温が増えてきた。鳴く鳥もよく歌うから。うまく書くことができないので、恥ずかしい、これをポストするというのは。しょうがない。明日雨が降らないといいな。

今日はいいよ天気から。

Missing Aaron.

For the last 6 years, Aaron. Speaking nostalgically. It's been 8 months and I've been living in Tokyo and there isn't one. Although the other day, Sveinn, whose name will never be properly pronounced unless by an Icelander (and so to avoid the annoyance of that, he's called Iceman by everyone) said something in the same exact way that Aaron would have said had he been saying it. It was a tag on the end of someone's joke, and I want to explain it, but I don't really know myself how the right situation for a tag to happen until it does. I hope he (Aaron) has started Final Fantasy 7 and finished it, and found an animal companion. I'm looking forward to the times when I'll wear his shirts and I'll borrow one more, better fitting, pair of underwear when the opportunity appears like a big, white-mist-ghost with a Heart tattoo, bright and exciting colors that make you remember the business of the third celebration of a holiday, big on his chest... Then, the ghost will have nothing to do with anything but having been used as a metaphor that got lost in a blog post in the past, so I will have thought him up after realizing "the time has come to snag some clothes" and created a vision which, from then on, I'll claim as a phenomenon that really happened. I'll start a drawing career.

For becoming a simple tasking thing

Listening to French singer Edith Piaf and covering the colorful items in my room, the Television and other things. If you go to a shrine one day, you’ll see the little rock Buddhas with red hats to fit their heads and red bibs to cover their chests. I can’t even work with them around. Everything interesting has to go. The pictures on the window seal are glossy, catch light, and so must go, along with the laundry, and the wall dirt that I wash away with a too-yellow sponge that also has to go. A clean room. Nothing to notice but me. Everything just right.