Sunday, February 22, 2009

"Japanese People"


One striking aspect about Japanese people is how much respect of tradition is deeply rooted inside their bodies and to a foreign eye are noticeable through everyday activities. Part of this respect is celebrating landmarks and folklore, being one with old surroundings as part of a daily passing. A reminder of the past is always present, and perhaps because this country is so old that there is too much contained. Many people and little space, the new and the old are constantly being layered and lost within each other.

From my perspective I grew up in the West of the United States and currently live and go to school In Connecticut in the East where it is one of America’s founding states with old history and first steps of immigrants. Out West sometimes there are old Native American buildings and carvings but things just simple looked out from hiking trail. In the East old institutions and places are only visited for tourist reasons and not done very often. The only time to every touch history without a guided display is again, hiking and climbing though what was forgotten.

These places and/or their stories don’t hold an everyday place in the local’s lives.
However, in Japan old temples and legends can be seen and felt if not every day through the hustle of work and school then on down time of weekend.
The question is, that on a Sunday day off, why not stay or home or shopping? If the weather is bad why not visit someplace in doors?

The first photo is of a couple at Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto on a rainy day, where there only thing I could really understand in passing is that the woman said she loves to come here. A rainy day would be a good day to opt out on a mostly outdoor spot but clearly it’s important.

The second picture is a girl reading outside of Osaka Jo Castle, also in raining weather although granted that this was only misting…she sat their content in front of the castle glancing over as elderly women dressed in kimono crossed the street.
I can’t be too sure what this says about Japanese people on a whole or maybe people who like to do some cultural exploring on rainy days.

But it seems to me that these places and their meanings go somewhere deeper than my day visit can understand and it maybe something not too profound or conscious to the people who live here. As Japan is known for technology and fast cities like Osaka and Tokyo, what I see and feel more often is just simply enjoying their environment, the past and present of what is. Taking things like a Temple and finding a regularity, a weekly a joy that maybe people for hundreds years have done before as well. Simply enjoying the presence of an old form that can represent Japanese history and developed culture is an aspect of Japanese people that stands out. Especially to this American where these kinds of places just normally stand.

There is a connection that doesn’t need a excuse and maybe to me that’s why historical places in the States seem very gimmicky because there are few who just appreciate than just stare at it.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Neighborhood Hirakata



3 weeks ago on my first night out around Hirakatashi eki/station my friends and I stumbled upon a very sincere individual. There were other performers with bigger voices, bigger instruments and larger amounts of "fans" or people stunned while passing by. However the deep voiced and quiet one sitting by himself under a stairwell was the one we got attached to, and who we continue to go see every Wednesday night.

This is ドンコる mixed spelling of hiragana and katakana it's pronounced Donkoru. Sometimes alone and sometimes with a friend on the bass box we get to weekly listen to his guitar mix and flow with the surrounding performers.

All over Hirakatashi eki on any given night and especially on the weekends the sounds of singers and musicians, dancers and beat boxers, skaters and bikes clash against the walls. Around this area there are many busses and if you sit and watch nearly every time a bus passes a field of vision you can see a new type of performer making up for lost time on the other side. Sitting and watching or walking around it seems something so natural.

I live in NYC nearly part time and most of the time when I see performers there is always something profit associated. CDS, a hat and or an open guitar case…but that may how they make their living despite the many that do it because they love to. And seems to be particularly true for these performers at Hirakatashi. It’s just about creation and expression. These groups of mostly a younger generation are not making a profit but spreading their name, getting out of uniforms and doing something for themselves as we get to watch. And maybe that’s a big difference, the weight of uniform either in school or work in Japanese institution.

At Hirakashi eki all the suits from all different places are returning and coming home…passing through this…And all the performers who probably equally drudge through the day are finally out in their own skin. The only thing I can do and should do is sit and watch, clap and support.

And that seems to be the only thing they want.


Sunday, February 8, 2009

Early Impressions of Japan...hmm Early Feelings




My first impression of Japan is that…this is no longer a book, a movie or an anime. Not a fake Habachi grill and scoring some low priced pocky at the local Asian food market.
Or whatever the mass market has sold to my interest.


Or how much this culture and history are so different from my own that I have all I want to do is know more and more and not only understand its complexities but in Japan’s own tongue.
My first impression of Japan is that this is some place real.


Some where I finally have the chance to touch it. Although whatever previous opinions and knowledge are second hand and what is first had, is big enough to carry both of them or more. And even though I can walk on the streets myself instead of looking at them from street snaps and Google earth I feel woozy in everyday structures.
Rigid terms of manners and interaction. The nail sticks up saying isn’t really applied and the beautiful straight line architecture and precise procedures for everyday life are just as complicated and chaotic inside the ones who live here every day and there is much less straight laced East Asian imaginations coming to life.
My impression is everything I have read, and the rules that I was given to follow in orientation.
Keeping to the left and no eating and drinking on the streets…
Be quiet on the train and direct eye contact is rude…


Having an open mind I can assume that such things, especially in the younger generation, are in reality less opaque then what Westerners are told.

But what is this guided, clean and systemic aesthetic? I still see…

Maybe it’s the outgoing Kansai region that emphasizes being known to speak loud and eat well surrounded in Japanese tradition…



My first moments in Osaka, driving to school…I am from the outside and looking and reflecting on the other side. Literally. Tired and lacked any perception of time I sat looking out the window from a point of passenger direction I was not used to. It’s so different here but it’s not culture shock.

It’s the fact that everything is so unique but together the elements are nearly the same.

The strategic “boxed curves” of nearly every car, the confident passing a pedestrian on a bike.
Never a slip.

It’s not simply the vending machines, the bright advertisements and layered fashion among the small sidewalks shines and traditional graveyards.

The roads, streets and the paths that we follow to get here and the ones we take to understand this culture. I take note on the sidewalks, crossings, and train tracks.

The hallways we follow to get we are we need to go



The transportation and that when I look at everyone’s face I wonder where in this place they fit into and where are they going. How do they live here, and how can I also?
The process of getting around Japan is not so much difficult but strangely just a unique way of its own to travel. To me.

Not a link but a video, not the lyrics but the music video
This visual was close to my impression, nearly how I almost saw Japan at first.
Art-School music video: Lost in the Air