DAY 1 -
It was a grey morning leaving
was delayed 2 hours and I didn't care. It wasn't a cool, laudable, Zen-like
patience, but rather a kind-of cumulative numbness that's been building up for
the last few months. Probably since my last trip to
Normally, it "hits me" a week or
two before I go – "I'm really going to
It feels like the turning of a
page, a closing of a chapter in my life, punctuated by this trip. The new
chapter that I can feel wanting to emerge is as yet unknown to me.
Landing at Narita airport, I breeze through customs, and get a ticket for the Narita Express train - ..-normally the BEST way to get from the airport to Tokyo, about an hour away. But not today...somehow I missed my train, and sat waiting, waiting, waiting...until finally I figured it out. But I learned you can get on any train at that station and end up going to your destination.(duh) - in my case the Prince Hotel in Shinjuku. It's the greatest location, right across the street from the humming nightlife of Kabuki-Cho, and right on top of one of the busiest train stations in the world. But I'm 24 floors up, far from the maddening crowds below, and met up that first night with my friend Juri chan, and had a nice relaxed visit, and by the end of this long, first day, I'm a new man...
DAY 2 -
No jet lag here. I was out for the count last night, and woke up ready for adventure. First stop was Meiji Jingu - a green oasis that seems to go on forever in the midst of sprawling Tokyo with its verdant ponds, forests, and flower gardens. In the middle is Meiji Shrine,
a huge Shinto Shrine of great historical and spiritual significance for the Japanese. The Emperor Meiji and his wife are enshrined here. He was credited with bringing western 'modernity' to Japan (for better or worse...) back in the late 1800's.
Just a mile from there, lies trendy, bustling Omotesando. My friend Kana san owns a chic cafe there, Cafe de Pou, and I stopped in to have lunch and catch up with this rare, exceptional woman. ... ..
From there, I return to my hotel to meet with a real estate agent/friend named Suke san.
I've been looking at buying another income property, both back home in Santa Cruz, and now here in Tokyo, as both economies, (and real estate prices) are equally depressed. It's a good time to buy, and I spent the afternoon, talking with Suke san, and training to various parts of the city to see some amazing condos - Shibuya ,
Shinagawa, et al.
For dinner, we met up with my longtime friend -Hiro san, and enjoyed dinner at a lively Japanese restaurant in Kabuki cho, and went up to my room and pulled out the guitars (Hiro san has a Martin D41!) and rehearsed and just played for a while. I'm so blessed to be able to come to a place like this and have friends like these...
DAY3 - Live show in Asaga Ya.
In a western suburb of Tokyo named Asaga Ya, there's a great little nightclub called "Next Sunday." It is owned by Miyako san, and her assistant is named Sayo san. Her favorite three musicians are Bob Dylan, John Lennon, and Neil Young. Although I've played my usual original show there before, I suggested we do a "Bob, John, and Neil Tribute Show" for her - playing only music from those three. Well, it was a blast!
And although we didn't stick to a strict diet of just those three, it was a great, and rare chance for me to play some of my favorite music. And people were great, I played solo, and with my great friends Hiro san, and Okano san, and there were other musicians that did some really beautiful, moving songs. It was a great opportunity to promote the scholarships that my NPO hashi.org is giving out right now, and the club passed out flyers that I'd made with the info.
And Miyako san was such the consummate hostess, she made me 8 or 10 copies of CDs of Japanese musicians she thought I'd like, and had her sound man videotape and record the show for me, and, in a humbling display of traditional Japanese etiquette, gave me a hand-written letter of thanks.
I love this place...
Afterwards I went out to dinner at an awesome restaurant that was billed as a vegetarian restaurant, but had ample beef and pork on the menue... I learned from Kana san not to leave rice uneaten on the plate, because Japanese believe that 7 gods reside on each grain of rice, and to leave even a spoonful...imagine abandoning like 300 or 400 gods for my carelessness! From there we ducked into a nearby Karaoke place for an hour or so of unrestrained debauchery... I have to give credit to my vocal coach - April Diamond- I sang for maybe an hour and a half at the show, and then belted out another bunch of burners at Karaoke, and still had a voice left. What a great night.
DAY 4- To Kyoto
I've written before about the joys of taking the Shinkansen (bullet train) from Tokyo to Kyoto, but it's such a pleasure, it's worthyof mention again. A 2 1/2 hour smoooooth ride in roomy, comforable seats, great scenery, and by all means, a great time to enjoy a "bento box" lunch and tea. The weather was perfect as we arrived in Kyoto, and after checking into the hotel, I met my friend Satomi san, and went to a very special performance of Noh - traditional Japanese musical plays. This series of four plays was put together as part of a year-long celebration of the 1000 year anniversary of the "Genji Monogatari" (The Tale of Genji), considered to be the world's oldest novel.
As it happens, I've been reading it lately (1,100 pages!), and even though the words and lyrics are in traditional Japanese, there was an English synopsis handout available that made it all come to life for me.
As I sat in the early-summer evening amongst thousands of eager Japanese, surrounded by the towering, timeless Heian Shrine temple buildings, the sun goes down and there's a firelighting ceremony, and the fires are tended throughout the play to add to the minimal stage lighting for the plays.
Afterwards, we went to a great restaurant on Kawaramachi and enjoyed a traditional Kyoto-style (Kaiseki ryouri) feast.
DAY 5 –
Monday was a rainy day
I'd arranged to spend the day with Tomoko
san, who I'd met 2 years ago when I went to the JAS Convention at the
Yuba is a tasty "tofu skin" created during the boiling of soy milk in an open shallow pan. A film or skin composed primarily of a soy protein-lipid complex forms on the liquid surface. They prepare it in a dozen different, delicious ways, and combine it with traditional Kyoto-style dishes. mmmm...
DAY 6 –
Again, a little rainy, but as it
happens, much of
They've named the various areas
of the restaurant after the chapters of the 'Tales of Genji" book I mentioned earlier, and having the book handy, we thumb through the chapters matching the English names to their Japanese namesakes. After a delicious traditional Kaiseki lunch they serve a 'mochi' (a sweet, gummy, pounded rice outside with sweet red bean paste inside) that is specially served only at this time of summer. The green outside comes from a particular type of grass that's powdered and mixed with the mochi. OHMIGOD it's so good!
Then it's back on the Shinkansen
and eventually to Shinjuku for one last night in
It's amazing how much one can fit into life when motivated to do so. Like these trips, when I return to America and look back, I can scarce believe that I was fortunate enough to have been the places I've been, seen the things I've seen, with the people that I've met – new friends and old. The last night always seems like a microcosm of that theory – trying to fit as much in as I can for one last time.
Hiro san called and invited me to
a show just around the corner at a place called "La Dolce Vita." And Lihn, my
film director/software engineer friend invited me out for dinner.
Then on to Shimokitazawa, a cool,
rustic hodge-podge neighborhood on the west side of
Lihn has shot documentaries,
worked for Saturday Night Live, among other things, and now works for Cisco
Systems, doing music and film projects on the side. Yukako san is working for a
company that makes and installs solar panels, and our conversation about the
(some say 'long-overdue') "greening" of
DAY 7 –
After a leisurely morning, I stop
at the local flower shop and have a bouquet put together and take a taxi back to
Omotesando to say goodbye to Kana at her Café. With a promise to
each other to meet again soon, she sees me off in a Taxi. I pick up my luggage
at the hotel, and catch the Narita Express Train at a nearby train station to
It's hard to believe that it was
just a week ago that I was sitting a few rows over in a 747 just like this
thinking about how I've been sleepwalking through my life.
It hit me this week. Not up here (brain) but here (heart) that in my life – with friends, family, people in general, and lacking a 'significant other,' that I've not allowed love in my life for quite some time. I've jam-packed my life so full that there has been no room for it. And I realized that I want that again. And I also realize that it's not like just turning a switch on or off. It starts with intention, then action, and little by little, it starts to happen. And I would hope that in that process, I remain "awake" – not sleepwalking through life again.
I realize the many people that make a week like this possible – all the friends I've written about above, friends back home, Atsuko san in San Francisco (my friend, Japanese teacher, and hashi.org helper), my band-mates, Christina and Jessica, who have blazed the trail with me in the past, and the fine men in my company in Santa Cruz that held down the fort in my absence and kept the wheels turning. I realize this and feel so lucky and sometimes undeserving, but it is my motto to "work hard, and play hard." And that's exactly what I'm doing…