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On the 26th on June, I took the noontime Shinkansen from Osaka to Tokyo. I arrived at around 3:00 PM at Tokyo Station and immediately noticed that it was as hot and humid as it was in Osaka. I transferred to the Yamanote line to go to Shinjuku. I figured I'd kill some time before meeting Bob and Eriko at their place. This was my second trip to Tokyo in a week so I was pretty comfortable riding the trains by myself. I wanted to do some record shopping at Los Apson before the show and the first time I went there, earlier in the week, the place was closed. So I found a coin locker to stow my stuff while I walked around Nishi-Shinjuku. I found Los Apson again, thanks to the map that Bob drew for me last time, and guess what? They were closed again... Fuck. Is this the Japanese work ethic that American businesses are so afraid of? Nah...they must be learning the American slack ethic. |
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Went back to the station to get my shit from the
locker and catch the train to Takadanobaba (try saying it 3 times really
fast) and I couldn't find the locker... Damn train station is so fuckin'
big and all of the coin lockers look the same. I wandered around the crowded
station looking for about 30 minutes until I found the coin locker company's
office and luckily the attendant was in. I asked him where the locker
was in my broken Japanese. Got my shit and got on the train to the XOME(rhymes
with "home") house. Had some coffee at the Doutour coffee shop
near Bob and Eriko's place. Gulped down the Joe(large regular, not the
American watered-down stuff), ate some anpan(sweetbread-like pastry with
sweet red bean filling), and smoked a cigarette(Winston). Got to Bob's
and luckily they were there... |
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After a crowded train ride to Shinjuku and a transfer
to a local subway we were at Koenji. Just a short walk to the UFO Club,
which is conveniently located next to a Family Mart(a convenience store
chain). We were unfashionably early, got there before everyone else arrived.
We filled out band info sheets: group name, members, guests, and stuff. |
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Little by little people filtered into
the downstairs club. It was about 8:30 when Fumiyuki came down the stairs and introduced himself. He apologized for being late and went to set-up. After a short warm-up, and a few false starts, Mo*Te preceded to kick out some harsh-ass crunchy looped noise. Crunchy loops punctuated with piercing feedback, or to borrow a phrase, "cascading waves of turbulence." He was using a battery of pedals, a mic, and some metal objects. Hands moving back and forth between effecters, twiddling knobs, and pushing buttons, stopping occasionally to growl into the mic or rattle the metals. Cool stuff. I was really excited to see him play. Afterwards we drank beer together and talked about his coming to the U.S.A. |
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Up next was XOME, a group made up of 2 friends of mine (Bob and Eriko) who i met in San Francisco and a wild Osaka dude. Bob and Tanaka, the Kansai madman, run a web design firm by day and crank out the twisted noise by night. They both were working the electronics, Tanaka had the traditional noise electronics set-up, while Bob was using his new Roland sampler and some effects in addition to his contact mic'ed crucifix. Lots of crunchy noise and high pitched feedback and modulated sounds blasted from the stage, while Eriko painted an anthropomorphic being in India ink on a sheet of black lit shoji paper suspended from the ceiling. She finished her interpretive painting, tore it down, crumpled it up and left the stage. Bob and Tanaka continued to play, then Tanaka left the stage. Bob played a few minutes more and then it was over... |
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