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2010-04-20 Tue 23:51
The wacky weather was at its low last Friday--drizzling rain with a temperature below 10℃. Where the hell was spring?! Yusun was already at the venue by the time I got there around 3:50pm. Then came Numa with a mask on fighting a fever. A few moments later, Midori came rushing in with a sleepy face and, my god, soft black hair covering her head. (First time to see her unshaved for a gig.) Sak came strolling in in (now, there it was!) a spring-like fashion--no jacket, just a T-shirt and parka. Filled out the usual papers and made copies of our flyers before soundchecking. Rolled a few songs to warm up and check the monitors, etc. Didn't take long for us to go out in the cold again.
We roamed around the block and ended up going to this retro coffee shop with a rusted sign saying "in business for 47 years". I mean, it does sound inviting, doesn't it? The place was cleaner and cozier than expected, with plants and flowers decorating the window sills and, uh, GUNDAM and NAUSICAA posters hanging on the walls. The menu was colorful with pictures of your usual kissaten drinks and foods. Sak ordered a curry plate, Midori pilaf, me a pizza, and Yusun and Numa each ordered coffee. We were blabbing on about anime (yeah, I wonder why) while Midori and I fixed our make-up until the food came; the next half hour was spent tackling the mega plates of curry (flooding over the rice), pizza (ate half with a fork and knife and hauled the other half to Yusun and Numa), and pilaf (oh, sorry, the stir fried rice) in silence. You know, usually, the actual food is smaller than the pictures on the menu, but this wasn't your typical old joint, I guess. We even got a fruit plate for dessert. With full stomachs, we went back to the venue right in time for the first band.
aozoa was the second to play that evening.
Right before our stage when everyone else was setting up their equipment, the shoulder strings of my dress snapped. Okkkaaayyy...Every breath then on was with a fu(ピー) and
sh(ピー). Anyway, the set list was as follows:
1. a little too late
2. a quiet morning
4. girls in full bloom
6. the fall
My utmost attention and heated passion was, of course, focused on my fu(ピー)in' dress throughout the whole fu(ピー)in' set. The last thing I wanted was for my fu(ピー)in' dress to fall off leaving me fu(ピー)in' topless on the fu(ピー)in' stage. (Yeah, yeah, it would've been the perfect act if it were a strip joint, right?!) Was it fu(ピー)in' obvious that I was pulling up the frilled sides each fu(ピー)in' time I turned my back towards the audience? (So sorry Sak had to actually see my pathetic struggle right in his face.) Well, I guess my friend's comment explains it all.
"Oh, no wonder you were sorta' robotic on stage!"
I'll take it as a compliment, thanks.
The rest of the cold night was spent sulking and yapping with Midori and another friend on the stairs of the venue till my feet and ass froze over. Been a while since I spoke that much English (pouring with filth and vulgarity, of course, ha!) It didn't make up for the embarrassment I displayed on stage, but it definitely made me feel better.
By the time the night's event settled down, the clock struck midnight. The thought of having to take a crowded train jammed with drunks scared me so I decided to hitch a cab ride with Yusun. I got off near Shinjuku station where I had my bicycle parked. Yup, went home on me red bikey and got meself drenched. But didn't come down with even a sneeze which proves the Japanese saying, "dumbasses don't catch colds".
It snowed that night/early morning, making a record for the latest spring snowfall ever in Tokyo. Wonder if Sak was ok on his bicycle ride home with his spring-like fashion...
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