Can't wait to read your book. I'm especially interested in the parts about your experiences in Japan. I went to Tokyo last year for a few weeks and had a great time, but judging from your excerpt it's not all sushi and cherry blossoms
Beautiful country, but with a really dark side. Musically, it's amazing. Excerpt from Anthology One:
One of the greatest musical experiences of my life happened completely by accident when our group went to Kyoto for a week. Most of the time we were under the thumbs of the Japanese professors who dragged us from one tourist spot to another, but one night we were released to prowl around on our own.
I paired up with a Hawaiian girl who later became a stuntwoman in the movies. We chose a little bar at random to have a beer or five before we hit the town. When you enter a Japanese bar, the employees all bellow
Irrashaimase! (Welcome!) at the tops of their lungs. It can be very startling. At this bar the two young guys doing the bellowing were the rare smart-alecky Japanese. Ninety-five percent of Japanese are bowing, smiling machines, while five percent are sarcastic iconoclasts who like giving you a hard time, probably because they know they can do it only with foreigners. The two waiters in their short blue
happi coats served us our beer and quizzed us in English, repeating our answers in mocking, drawn-out shouts.
Where you live in America?
Los Angeles.
Laas Aaaaaaaaanjelessss! What you doing in Japan?
Studying.
Staaaaaaadyeeeeeeeeng!
Wed had just about enough when the two waiters abruptly went to a tiny stage. One picked up a
shamisen--a three-stringed banjolike lute--and the other a
tsuzumi, a hand drum. They began playing
minyō, Japanese folk music. Until that moment, I didnt know how the style should be correctly performed. Those two young ball busters were absolute virtuosos of the genre. The complex and ardent melodies of the singing, the syncopation of the drumming, and the plaintive chords and notes of the lute created an alternate universe, transporting us back centuries. We imagined harvest festivals, illicit romances, the thousands of deities that inhabit the islands, village life, and the daily rituals of farmers and artisans. The Hawaiian girl and I spent the entire night in that bar, listening. I wish Id recorded it. Nearly 30 years later, I still remember it as though I heard it last night.