music
At Super Furries last night, Andrzej reminded me that I don't update much anymore. So here's me, rolling out of bed to post.
Remember how I stalked the Lucksmiths? It was a good idea, and you're not going to get me to admit otherwise. For one thing, it got me out of the house. And for another, I was exposed to the music of Pervenche and My Pal Foot Foot. The latter brings fun Japan pop that's not annoying (whoo hoo) and the former brings skillful experimentation that's just as accessible as it is innovative. Both will be playing at Koenji's Penguin House on 7 December. The music starts at 7:30 p.m., admission is 1500 yen plus one drink.
Also playing are Night Teller, who played with the Lucksmiths as well as with The Cannanes and Scout Niblett at their Kyoto shows, and Place Called Space, whom, honestly, I've never seen, but whose music you can listen to here.
Here's a tip for you. (And by "you" I mean me.) Stalk Pervenche instead. They always seem to show up at all the good gigs, and their role at Clover Records certainly doesn't hurt. For example, coming up for them at the end of December is a Showboat gig on the 28th with Melbourne musicians Love of Diagrams and Baseball (a.k.a. Cameron Potts). Also featured will be the very very weird eepiL eepiL, banging away at kitchen appliances and such. They make me nervous. But nervous in a good way.
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Friday, November 14, 2003
Stray Dog
film
Because of a friend's recommendation that I see more French films, I was just browsing the list of events at L'Institut Franco-Japonais Tokyo's site to see what was coming up. I didn't find any French films I'd like to see, but I did find a good piece of Japanese film noir.
Akira Kurosawa's Nora Inu (or, as the French say, [exaggerated French accent] Un Chien Enragé [/exaggerated French accent]) will be screened on 13 and 14 December at the institute's l'Espace-Images as part of the Simenon Program. (The program celebrates the 100th anniversary of the birth of writer Georges Simenon, who is most remembered for his detective novels featuring Inspector Maigret.) Unlike the other films in the program, Nora Inu is not a film adaptation of one of the writer's stories. Rather, Kurosawa wrote the script, basing it on real-life incidents. (A police detective loses his gun to a pickpocket and tries to get it back.) However, he was influenced by Simenon's work, and the character of Detective Sato (played by Takashi Shimura, who later played the head of The Seven Samurai and the man who made me bawl like a baby for two and a half hours in Ikiru) is pretty much Inspector Maigret in Japanese.
According to a lot of descriptions I've read, the thing that people seem to find the most fascinating about his film is how Kurosawa portrays Japan in the years before the nation's strong economic recovery of the 1950s. Forget the sleek and glossy Tokyo you see today; Nora Inu shows you an occupied Tokyo where impoverished individuals are just barely surviving amid the sleaze. With the contrast of a main character (played by Toshiro Mifune) imbued with a moral imperative and clashing with the demands of social context, one might read a bit into all this and take it as a sort of struggle toward national recontruction. But I'm jumping ahead of myself; I haven't even seen it yet.
Come with me and we can clear our heads at the brasserie. Nora Inu, which will be shown in Japanese with English subtitles, starts at 2:30 pm on both days. Admission is 1000 yen.
Because of a friend's recommendation that I see more French films, I was just browsing the list of events at L'Institut Franco-Japonais Tokyo's site to see what was coming up. I didn't find any French films I'd like to see, but I did find a good piece of Japanese film noir.
Akira Kurosawa's Nora Inu (or, as the French say, [exaggerated French accent] Un Chien Enragé [/exaggerated French accent]) will be screened on 13 and 14 December at the institute's l'Espace-Images as part of the Simenon Program. (The program celebrates the 100th anniversary of the birth of writer Georges Simenon, who is most remembered for his detective novels featuring Inspector Maigret.) Unlike the other films in the program, Nora Inu is not a film adaptation of one of the writer's stories. Rather, Kurosawa wrote the script, basing it on real-life incidents. (A police detective loses his gun to a pickpocket and tries to get it back.) However, he was influenced by Simenon's work, and the character of Detective Sato (played by Takashi Shimura, who later played the head of The Seven Samurai and the man who made me bawl like a baby for two and a half hours in Ikiru) is pretty much Inspector Maigret in Japanese.
According to a lot of descriptions I've read, the thing that people seem to find the most fascinating about his film is how Kurosawa portrays Japan in the years before the nation's strong economic recovery of the 1950s. Forget the sleek and glossy Tokyo you see today; Nora Inu shows you an occupied Tokyo where impoverished individuals are just barely surviving amid the sleaze. With the contrast of a main character (played by Toshiro Mifune) imbued with a moral imperative and clashing with the demands of social context, one might read a bit into all this and take it as a sort of struggle toward national recontruction. But I'm jumping ahead of myself; I haven't even seen it yet.
Come with me and we can clear our heads at the brasserie. Nora Inu, which will be shown in Japanese with English subtitles, starts at 2:30 pm on both days. Admission is 1000 yen.
Friday, November 07, 2003
Anhedonia
Anhedonia...
rears its flat, apathetic head. I'm busy, bored and completely numb all at the same time, so I can't work up any excitement over dandy things for this weblog. Yet for some inexplicable reason, I feel guilty for not really updating. Therefore, I've decided to post an excerpt from an old e-mail to my sister from August 2001 (titled "It's Martyrlicious!"), after I visited Christon Cafe for the first time. It's kind-of-sort-of an outing suggestion, right? Still relevant to Mint Dandy?
Well, here goes nothing. Really. Just nothing.
Sara and Toshi visited me last week and I took a few days off of work to show them around town. On the last night, we went to a Christ-themed restaurant called "Christon Cafe." It was so fucking weird, but not as weird as I would have liked. I mean, it was possibly the most ill-conceived restaurant ever. It was designed like a gothic church and there were Jesus adornments everywhere. But it was dark, so we couldn't really read the menus or see the food. And the interior was spacious and made of concrete, so it was loud because the sounds were bouncing all over the place. Plus, it was all about The Jesus. Some of the menu items were Jesus-related, but still not that interesting—a dessert called "Angel eggs," a cocktail called "Brainwashing." But the waiters weren't even dressed in costumes, the bathrooms were kind of plain and they didn't rename the house wine "Blood of Christ." I was a tad disappointed.
If it were my restaurant, I'd have sections named after virtues or the apostles. I'd have a guy dressed as Jesus going from table to table, blessing people. I'd start every meal with the breaking of the bread. I'd have a little wading pool with a guy dressed as John the Baptist baptizing people for 100 yen a pop. I'd have a lady walking around, offering to wash people's feet with her hair. I'd have entertainers, singing and dancing to sweet Jesus songs or Mel Brooks' "The Inquisition." There was only one room that had a Last Supper table, but the wall "frescoes" were just pictures of Jesus. I would have made it look like the background of Da Vinci's painting. And not only would my dishes have cute Jesus names, I'd make all the dish descriptions look like they came out of the King James Bible and each would end with "Bless you, my child." I have big dreams, I tell you! Big dreams!
rears its flat, apathetic head. I'm busy, bored and completely numb all at the same time, so I can't work up any excitement over dandy things for this weblog. Yet for some inexplicable reason, I feel guilty for not really updating. Therefore, I've decided to post an excerpt from an old e-mail to my sister from August 2001 (titled "It's Martyrlicious!"), after I visited Christon Cafe for the first time. It's kind-of-sort-of an outing suggestion, right? Still relevant to Mint Dandy?
Well, here goes nothing. Really. Just nothing.
Sara and Toshi visited me last week and I took a few days off of work to show them around town. On the last night, we went to a Christ-themed restaurant called "Christon Cafe." It was so fucking weird, but not as weird as I would have liked. I mean, it was possibly the most ill-conceived restaurant ever. It was designed like a gothic church and there were Jesus adornments everywhere. But it was dark, so we couldn't really read the menus or see the food. And the interior was spacious and made of concrete, so it was loud because the sounds were bouncing all over the place. Plus, it was all about The Jesus. Some of the menu items were Jesus-related, but still not that interesting—a dessert called "Angel eggs," a cocktail called "Brainwashing." But the waiters weren't even dressed in costumes, the bathrooms were kind of plain and they didn't rename the house wine "Blood of Christ." I was a tad disappointed.
If it were my restaurant, I'd have sections named after virtues or the apostles. I'd have a guy dressed as Jesus going from table to table, blessing people. I'd start every meal with the breaking of the bread. I'd have a little wading pool with a guy dressed as John the Baptist baptizing people for 100 yen a pop. I'd have a lady walking around, offering to wash people's feet with her hair. I'd have entertainers, singing and dancing to sweet Jesus songs or Mel Brooks' "The Inquisition." There was only one room that had a Last Supper table, but the wall "frescoes" were just pictures of Jesus. I would have made it look like the background of Da Vinci's painting. And not only would my dishes have cute Jesus names, I'd make all the dish descriptions look like they came out of the King James Bible and each would end with "Bless you, my child." I have big dreams, I tell you! Big dreams!
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
35 Degrees
dandy
Just a small shout out to Kim of 35 Degrees and Matt of opinios.
We met by pure chance last week (we have a non-blogging friend in common) and I wanted to tell Kim I knew who she was, but I didn't want to creep her out or anything. They're both really cool, fun people, and I hope to see them again before they leave. (I seem to have made a habit of meeting "cool, fun people" just before they leave Japan. Or maybe I drive them away. Whichever.) At the very least, I hope to hear Kim sing, since Dave has built up my expectations to Sheena Ringo-like proportions.
No pressure, though, Kim.
Just a small shout out to Kim of 35 Degrees and Matt of opinios.
We met by pure chance last week (we have a non-blogging friend in common) and I wanted to tell Kim I knew who she was, but I didn't want to creep her out or anything. They're both really cool, fun people, and I hope to see them again before they leave. (I seem to have made a habit of meeting "cool, fun people" just before they leave Japan. Or maybe I drive them away. Whichever.) At the very least, I hope to hear Kim sing, since Dave has built up my expectations to Sheena Ringo-like proportions.
No pressure, though, Kim.
TIP Directors
audition
Okay, well, this isn't really an audition, per se. But then again it kind of is.
Tokyo International Players is looking for directors for next season (2004-2005). So if you have an idea for a play or musical that you'd like to direct, please go here for details. You can submit as many shows as your little heart desires; just make sure to do it before the interview dates specified on the site. Don't hesitate if you've never worked with TIP before. They're eager to welcome new volunteers all the time.
Just...you know...no plastic pants.
Okay, well, this isn't really an audition, per se. But then again it kind of is.
Tokyo International Players is looking for directors for next season (2004-2005). So if you have an idea for a play or musical that you'd like to direct, please go here for details. You can submit as many shows as your little heart desires; just make sure to do it before the interview dates specified on the site. Don't hesitate if you've never worked with TIP before. They're eager to welcome new volunteers all the time.
Just...you know...no plastic pants.
Rent
theatre
I'll tell you a secret if you promise not to laugh. Okay? You have to promise because it's kind of embarrassing and I don't know if I want this to get around. So, okay? You ready? Here it goes.
I like showtunes.
Shut up. I do. I like them a lot. The cheesier, the better. The floppier, the more awesome. In fact, if the show just barely made it past previews despite a whole lot of hype, then chances are that I have a live bootleg recording of it sitting somewhere in my parents' garage. I like Carrie: The Musical, based on the Stephen King novel. (Sample lyrics: "God has seen your sinning/ Just beginning/ Pray for your salvation/From damnation!") I like Merlin, starring magic-freak-boy Doug Henning (ahem, rest in peace) and Chita Rivera singing a song called "Satan Rules" ("Satan rules/ We both know it/You're a fool/And I'll show it.") And any musical with the word "zombie" in the title automatically makes it onto my list of must-haves.
I haven't been able to feed this obsession very much since coming to Japan because, as funny as Japanese musicals probably are, I only ever get any real joy out of laughing at the lyrics. But fortunately for me (and probably not for anyone else), the only English-language musicals that come to town are usually serious cheese-fests, written with a stick of mozzarella on a sheet of brie. Disagree with me if you must, but I think Rent could fit that description quite nicely. It was not a flop by any stretch of the imagination, having won numerous Tonys and a Pulitzer Prize in 1996. But any musical that pleads for "no plastic pants" in its audition notices is fine by me. (I really wonder how many people came to audition in plastic pants for that to become a problem.) More over, the opera on which it was based, La Boheme, isn't exactly high art itself (though it does have its moments); so expect weepy love songs, struggling artistes and a manipulative death scene. (New Year's Resolution #34: Try not to be so cynical all the time.)
I've already tricked one person into coming to see the show with me, so don't worry your pretty little head about keeping me company (not that you ever do). Rent, which (I gather from here) will be sung in English with Japanese supertitles, runs from 12-18 February at Tokyo Kouseinenkin Kaikan in Shinjuku, and the weekend tickets are already selling out pretty quickly. "Breakthrough Seats" can be purchased for 6000 yen (normally priced between 8000 and 11,000 yen) on the day of the shows, depending on seat availability.
I'll tell you a secret if you promise not to laugh. Okay? You have to promise because it's kind of embarrassing and I don't know if I want this to get around. So, okay? You ready? Here it goes.
I like showtunes.
Shut up. I do. I like them a lot. The cheesier, the better. The floppier, the more awesome. In fact, if the show just barely made it past previews despite a whole lot of hype, then chances are that I have a live bootleg recording of it sitting somewhere in my parents' garage. I like Carrie: The Musical, based on the Stephen King novel. (Sample lyrics: "God has seen your sinning/ Just beginning/ Pray for your salvation/From damnation!") I like Merlin, starring magic-freak-boy Doug Henning (ahem, rest in peace) and Chita Rivera singing a song called "Satan Rules" ("Satan rules/ We both know it/You're a fool/And I'll show it.") And any musical with the word "zombie" in the title automatically makes it onto my list of must-haves.
I haven't been able to feed this obsession very much since coming to Japan because, as funny as Japanese musicals probably are, I only ever get any real joy out of laughing at the lyrics. But fortunately for me (and probably not for anyone else), the only English-language musicals that come to town are usually serious cheese-fests, written with a stick of mozzarella on a sheet of brie. Disagree with me if you must, but I think Rent could fit that description quite nicely. It was not a flop by any stretch of the imagination, having won numerous Tonys and a Pulitzer Prize in 1996. But any musical that pleads for "no plastic pants" in its audition notices is fine by me. (I really wonder how many people came to audition in plastic pants for that to become a problem.) More over, the opera on which it was based, La Boheme, isn't exactly high art itself (though it does have its moments); so expect weepy love songs, struggling artistes and a manipulative death scene. (New Year's Resolution #34: Try not to be so cynical all the time.)
I've already tricked one person into coming to see the show with me, so don't worry your pretty little head about keeping me company (not that you ever do). Rent, which (I gather from here) will be sung in English with Japanese supertitles, runs from 12-18 February at Tokyo Kouseinenkin Kaikan in Shinjuku, and the weekend tickets are already selling out pretty quickly. "Breakthrough Seats" can be purchased for 6000 yen (normally priced between 8000 and 11,000 yen) on the day of the shows, depending on seat availability.
Friday, October 31, 2003
Jamaican Cheek et al
music
It seems like I don't pay that much attention to Japanese music, doesn't it? I guess that's mostly true. Can't develop enough patience for J-Pop. But I do wander into live houses every now and again to see what the kids are doing with their time.
Last Sunday it was KIASMA vol. 8 at Basement Bar in Shimokitazawa, and despite the heavy smoke that stuck to my skin and attacked my eyeballs, I'm really glad I went. Although The Lonesome Port was headlining, it seemed like most people were there to see a girl band called P-Heavy. They were...uh...okay. No worse than a few of the other bands that night.
Before I go any further, let me make clear that I know fuck-all about making music. My aspirations to become a rock star ended with the harsh realization that all I know how to do is sing. Opera. I suck. That said, some bands just aren't...good. And even if they know their instruments and can display impressive skills, there's no changing the fact that the music they create lacks depth and/or intelligence.
P-Heavy was fun. They had glittery guitars and matching outfits. What's more, they were cute. Who doesn't want to watch cute girls with guitars? Anyone? No? That's what I thought. Thing is, I couldn't get over the feeling that they were little more than a novelty act. It pains me to write that. Having never quite recovered from seeing Not Bad for a Girl several years ago, I've so desperately wanted to see more female musicians prove themselves. And if P-Heavy stood on their own, I might have been a tad more optimistic on their behalf. But that wasn't about to happen when they were being followed by a band with real talent and a stronger sound, Jamaican Cheek.
Despite their rather unfortunate name, Jamaican Cheek rocked my world for about half an hour. Their music was certainly calmer, and maybe that's one of the reasons I liked them; I'm getting old. They didn't need to kick and scream for attention, nor use bright colors and shiny effects. They just played. It was layered, complex and innovative while still managing to be playful and memorable. I don't know what more I need to say to let you know that I really liked them. Really. I did. I liked Lonesome Port too, but not nearly as much as Jamaican Cheek. They were brilliant.
Or maybe I was just completely sloshed by then.
Well, we could find out soon because they're playing again at MANDA-LA2 in Kichijoji on the 6th. Also playing that night are Hacca and Zettaimu (you can hear some of their music here). The music starts at 7:30 and admission is 1800 yen plus one drink. Feel free to tell me if you think I've lost my mind.
It seems like I don't pay that much attention to Japanese music, doesn't it? I guess that's mostly true. Can't develop enough patience for J-Pop. But I do wander into live houses every now and again to see what the kids are doing with their time.
Last Sunday it was KIASMA vol. 8 at Basement Bar in Shimokitazawa, and despite the heavy smoke that stuck to my skin and attacked my eyeballs, I'm really glad I went. Although The Lonesome Port was headlining, it seemed like most people were there to see a girl band called P-Heavy. They were...uh...okay. No worse than a few of the other bands that night.
Before I go any further, let me make clear that I know fuck-all about making music. My aspirations to become a rock star ended with the harsh realization that all I know how to do is sing. Opera. I suck. That said, some bands just aren't...good. And even if they know their instruments and can display impressive skills, there's no changing the fact that the music they create lacks depth and/or intelligence.
P-Heavy was fun. They had glittery guitars and matching outfits. What's more, they were cute. Who doesn't want to watch cute girls with guitars? Anyone? No? That's what I thought. Thing is, I couldn't get over the feeling that they were little more than a novelty act. It pains me to write that. Having never quite recovered from seeing Not Bad for a Girl several years ago, I've so desperately wanted to see more female musicians prove themselves. And if P-Heavy stood on their own, I might have been a tad more optimistic on their behalf. But that wasn't about to happen when they were being followed by a band with real talent and a stronger sound, Jamaican Cheek.
Despite their rather unfortunate name, Jamaican Cheek rocked my world for about half an hour. Their music was certainly calmer, and maybe that's one of the reasons I liked them; I'm getting old. They didn't need to kick and scream for attention, nor use bright colors and shiny effects. They just played. It was layered, complex and innovative while still managing to be playful and memorable. I don't know what more I need to say to let you know that I really liked them. Really. I did. I liked Lonesome Port too, but not nearly as much as Jamaican Cheek. They were brilliant.
Or maybe I was just completely sloshed by then.
Well, we could find out soon because they're playing again at MANDA-LA2 in Kichijoji on the 6th. Also playing that night are Hacca and Zettaimu (you can hear some of their music here). The music starts at 7:30 and admission is 1800 yen plus one drink. Feel free to tell me if you think I've lost my mind.
Moses Stone
travel update
You know that Ten Commandments stone I mentioned way back in June as part of the Grand Religious Tour of Japan? Apparently, they only wheel that sucker out once a year during their shrine's big autumnal festival.
Fortunately, that festival is coming up this weekend! Unfortunately, I just found out that "only special members" are allowed to see the stone and the shrine's other "treasures." A friend of mine called them up for me and talked to a woman who works there, and she claims that the woman was sort of mean and guarded. "She must get a lot of calls from people who want to laugh at them," I was told.
Okay, guilty.
But you know what? It's not like I would have laughed at them to their faces or anything. I think part of me could have taken this seriously, like any other religion. Believe it or not, I'm still capable of showing respect to people of faith. Ah, well.
If anyone is still interested, the shrine's website can tell you more. And if you do go, you can still see the shrine itself, the festival (on Monday), and you can buy your very own copy of the Takeuchi book, which (as I mentioned before) is the one with claims about Jesus and other teachers coming to study in Japan.
You know that Ten Commandments stone I mentioned way back in June as part of the Grand Religious Tour of Japan? Apparently, they only wheel that sucker out once a year during their shrine's big autumnal festival.
Fortunately, that festival is coming up this weekend! Unfortunately, I just found out that "only special members" are allowed to see the stone and the shrine's other "treasures." A friend of mine called them up for me and talked to a woman who works there, and she claims that the woman was sort of mean and guarded. "She must get a lot of calls from people who want to laugh at them," I was told.
Okay, guilty.
But you know what? It's not like I would have laughed at them to their faces or anything. I think part of me could have taken this seriously, like any other religion. Believe it or not, I'm still capable of showing respect to people of faith. Ah, well.
If anyone is still interested, the shrine's website can tell you more. And if you do go, you can still see the shrine itself, the festival (on Monday), and you can buy your very own copy of the Takeuchi book, which (as I mentioned before) is the one with claims about Jesus and other teachers coming to study in Japan.
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Dems Abroad
event
This'll be quick. And if you're neither a U.S. voter nor interested in U.S. politics, don't bother. (But if you're a U.S. voter who still isn't interested, pay attention for once, Billy Bob.)
Before my state's last gubernatorial election, I quite possibly gave the voters more credit than they deserved. "They're smarter than that," I told my Japanese friends. "There's no way in hell they'd think Schwarzamacallit was a good idea." But as Beth once put it, some people are too stupid for democracy.
That's how I feel now. Frustrated and seriously disheartened that the majority of eligible voters don't care enough to take this shit seriously. Hopefully, everyone will wise up by the time the next presidential election comes around. And guess what? Tomorrow night is one of many chances you have from this side of the Pacific.
At Pink Cow, Democrats Abroad will be holding a fundraiser called "Vote America Out of the Bushes." They'll be viewing the Democrat candidate debate from October 9th, hoping to inspire voters to find a man or woman to represent them against Karl Rove's puppet in 2004. And just because a lot of people are saying "Anyone would be better than Bush," that still doesn't mean we can slack off from giving it some real thought.
If you're registered as a Democrat, this'll give you a good opportunity to meet like-minded folks and get involved in campaigning to the ten or eleven other Americans in Japan. (Obviously, I pulled that number out of my ass. I have no idea how many there really are.) If you're registered under another party but aren't a stickler for party lines, you're still very welcome to attend. And if you're not registered at all, they can hook you up.
And if encouragement doesn't do it, how about fear? Four more years?
This'll be quick. And if you're neither a U.S. voter nor interested in U.S. politics, don't bother. (But if you're a U.S. voter who still isn't interested, pay attention for once, Billy Bob.)
Before my state's last gubernatorial election, I quite possibly gave the voters more credit than they deserved. "They're smarter than that," I told my Japanese friends. "There's no way in hell they'd think Schwarzamacallit was a good idea." But as Beth once put it, some people are too stupid for democracy.
That's how I feel now. Frustrated and seriously disheartened that the majority of eligible voters don't care enough to take this shit seriously. Hopefully, everyone will wise up by the time the next presidential election comes around. And guess what? Tomorrow night is one of many chances you have from this side of the Pacific.
At Pink Cow, Democrats Abroad will be holding a fundraiser called "Vote America Out of the Bushes." They'll be viewing the Democrat candidate debate from October 9th, hoping to inspire voters to find a man or woman to represent them against Karl Rove's puppet in 2004. And just because a lot of people are saying "Anyone would be better than Bush," that still doesn't mean we can slack off from giving it some real thought.
If you're registered as a Democrat, this'll give you a good opportunity to meet like-minded folks and get involved in campaigning to the ten or eleven other Americans in Japan. (Obviously, I pulled that number out of my ass. I have no idea how many there really are.) If you're registered under another party but aren't a stickler for party lines, you're still very welcome to attend. And if you're not registered at all, they can hook you up.
And if encouragement doesn't do it, how about fear? Four more years?
Belle and Sebastian
music
Holy shit. Belle and Sebastian are coming back.
I can't tell you how excited I am about that. I've been re-discovering them this past year and practically devoured "Dear Catastrophe Waitress" when it came out last month. (Er...it's possible to devour things with your ears, right? Never mind.) I just missed their California concerts and the scavenger hunts that preceded them by about a week and almost cried. So I...oh crap. Crap! I'm going to be busy on both nights! CRAP!
Someone please remind me to never ever ever be in another play again. I'll be shedding tears those nights and they just might be real. Frickin'-frackin' play...
Okay, so for you lucky bastards (crap!), they'll be playing at Shibuya AX on 28 January and at Koukaido on 29 January. You can pre-order tickets between the 10th and 12th of November, but they officially go on sale starting on the 15th.
I hate you. I hate you all.
Holy shit. Belle and Sebastian are coming back.
I can't tell you how excited I am about that. I've been re-discovering them this past year and practically devoured "Dear Catastrophe Waitress" when it came out last month. (Er...it's possible to devour things with your ears, right? Never mind.) I just missed their California concerts and the scavenger hunts that preceded them by about a week and almost cried. So I...oh crap. Crap! I'm going to be busy on both nights! CRAP!
Someone please remind me to never ever ever be in another play again. I'll be shedding tears those nights and they just might be real. Frickin'-frackin' play...
Okay, so for you lucky bastards (crap!), they'll be playing at Shibuya AX on 28 January and at Koukaido on 29 January. You can pre-order tickets between the 10th and 12th of November, but they officially go on sale starting on the 15th.
I hate you. I hate you all.
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