Saturday, August 09, 2003
Riding on the train, on this typhooned afternoon,
with my CD walkman playing Tangerine dream-
I feel like I’m back in the “Thalia” movie theater in NYC, watching an “art film”...
Surreal scenery puts my worried mind in a complacent mood...
My gig was a bust last night.
I can’t complain, actually.
My true fans came out to see me, although there had been a typhoon warning for much of the day-
The beating of the storm drums...
Musically, I was happy with my performance-
I did a few new tunes, and the trio
was definitely happenin’...
Hiroshi Tanaka on piano.
He was subtle,
but he could plink down on them ivories, too...
Mark Tourian on bass-
He brought his new bass, it’s a beauty, and he sounds as great as always playing it.
Tomoya Hara on guitar. He was playing some nice bluesy stuff.
We should have done a song called: “Bus Fare Home”,
‘cause that was the deal last night.
C’est la vie.
Next week it’s a summer festival with Mike Price and his quintet.
I’m looking forward to that.
Well, we’ve gone from rainy season, to typhoon season...
-Surf City here come the sharks
Look pretty here come your self-
I don’t know where that song came from, I just thought of it this instant, from years ago-
When my sister and I were listening to this album, “Crack the sky”...
Till later, taters... ‘Mela
4:14 AM
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Photo: Michio Yves Ueda
