O.B.O.B. playing at The Warrior Celt in Ueno. I found this place walking back to the hotel. I heard music on the street and got roped in by the owner and fell in love with the place. This ‘short’ pit stop also marked the start of one rather fucked up day/night/blur of a moment.
Apparently, my people had something to do with it:
Recently, poorly behaving foreigners from the Middle East and South-East Asia have started showing up,” says the source. “They make others not want to come around, and maybe some neighbors complained.
The giant digital screens fastened to the sides of buildings fall silent as midnight approaches, but loud-speakers on store fronts keep pumping out exaggerated hip-hop bass lines. A large game centre crammed with young people; wild electronic sounds; a group of college students spilling out from a bar; teenage girls with brilliant bleached hair, healthy legs thrusting out from microminiskirts; dark-suited men racing across diagonal crossings for the last trains to the suburbs. Even at this hour, the karaoke club pitchmen keep shouting for customers. A flashy black station wagon drifts down the street as if taking stock of the district through it’s black-tinted windows. The car looks a deep-sea creature with specialized skin and organs. Two young policemen patrol the streets with tense expressions but no one seems to notice them. The district plays by it’s own rules at a time like this.
Haruki Murakami - After Dark
This is the best possible description you will ever find of Tokyo around midnight. What happens in Tokyo after midnight is best described as insanity. After all. Nothing good ever happens after 2am. Well. Nothing wholesome anyways. Insanity is always a good thing.
Thus ends the trip to Japan. Back to work tomorrow!
To the guy spinning 70’s era Japanese punk on vinyl all night
Keep on rocking
Peruvian Pan Flute guy in Tokyo. They’re spreading everywhere! HIDE YOUR KIDS!
Also. I need to take dance lessons from these ladies…