Here I am, in Japan. I guess it's been only 3 weeks, but I feel I've crammed months of living into them. Every experience has been new and exciting, ordering coffee is an adventure, switching trains in Shinjuku is a mysterious process that could or could not take me where I'm headed. Every day is a new food, a new friend, a new city, a new word, a new challenge. I've seen art festivals with public dancing and music, impromptu Taiko drumming and traditional song at the senior center next door to my apartment. Every person I've met so far has been helpful, kind, and considerate. It's been fairly non-stop, though I may be wearing myself thin and might have to sleep soon...
I had my first performance in Japan this last Tuesday Ruby Room in Shibuya, Tokyo. I played two songs. My buddy David shot them for me. The first one is "The Preacher Say," with an ad libbed silence where I forgot the words... The second is a song I wrote my first week in Japan. It's called "Lost in Japan." This was its public premiere, though technically I premiered it at my new friend Chie's beautiful cafe and gallery Shelter Kuko, where they host a weekly English-Japanese exchange and musicians showcase group.
The path for an American folk-singer in Japan is unclear to me. Open mics, coffee shops and bars with music are not the norm here, as far as I can tell. Nor is busking. I'm not sure what avenues to follow – but I'm putting myself out there, meeting people, drinking in Japan as much as I can hold, and excited to see what happens!
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