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One more trip to Japan, this time to a new area — Sendai — once again to see Eve, twice this time.
I was ready for hanaboshi the first time, and the lighting and fog was less obscuring. You could see him clearly at times, which you couldn’t in Osaka. He felt — I don’t know, a little different the first night, a little younger, a little more excited? The vibe was less expansive and more cozy. The arena was smaller, which helped, but … I don’t know. It was different.
I figured out the gacha and bought things. Not too many, but enough. :) And my own DAMN shirt, which was maybe the most important thing.
His hair was blue. (He was not alone, so was mine, but darker, and quite a few other people, all in theming with his album)
We had been on the right side in Osaka, I think, and this time were on the left, or maybe the other way around, but either way, it was a slightly different perspective of the stage.
I love kororon live, I love the neon and the effects and everything about it, it’s magical. I love the crowd and everyone waving their arms or clapping in unison. I love ignoring everyone else and just focusing on the music. I know people thought we were weird, but also, because we were wearing the same things they were, because we were carrying the same souvenirs, because we (I) knew the songs — there was less distance there than there has been at some other shows I’ve been to.
It’s strange, being in Japan. I know enough Japanese to get by and just being there for a few days is enough to bring even more to the tip of my tongue. I can be there comfortably these days, and relatively few people speak English at me, for …whatever reason. I can’t even begin to know why. Is it the mask? Do I still fit the bill of ‘looks like a local no matter where they go?’
I went to a movie theater and just … did the thing. I watched Infinity Castle (and only drowsed off a little, I was so tired, I desperately needed sleep, but I went anyway. I had a yellow peach icee.) and understood more than I thought I might.
Day two was wonderful and agonizing because I knew it was the last day, because we were heading back to Tokyo. Hanaboshi hurt that time, even though it was still beautiful. I cried, and this time it was not entirely joyful.
If I lived there, I’d probably want to attend as many shows as I could for certain bands, seeing an entire tour, if I managed. I’d want it, at least, whether I succeeded or not.
It was a little more like Osaka, the second day: a little less exuberant, a lot more fog machine. We were at the back, straight on to the stage, and it was yet again a little different watching from watching at the sides. I loved it just as much, but the Saturday show was better. :)
Later that week, we were in Ginza again, we went to see a movie (together this time, and an American film with Japanese subtitles) and then we went home.
I was tired beyond comprehension and dedicated to sleeping until I felt better
(if i ever feel better)
It surprises me a bit that I have so much blahblahblah to put forth about this, and how unpoetic and straightforward it seems. I certainly had plenty of poem in my head at the time, and wandering Sendai and getting used to new places, hearing cicadas and just … being there, the bricks under my feet, the heat and humidity, the trains (endless), the shinkansen (sleepy), the wandering about and buying snacks at combini and …yet.
When I’m there by myself it’s a different experience than it is being with him. My focus is different and I experience the world through different filters.
(It was Osaka we had that amazing pasta, the one in Sendai was,… okay, but not as good.)
I want to go back again, I always want to go back. I always want to see more music. It’s been this way since 2001.
I was ready for hanaboshi the first time, and the lighting and fog was less obscuring. You could see him clearly at times, which you couldn’t in Osaka. He felt — I don’t know, a little different the first night, a little younger, a little more excited? The vibe was less expansive and more cozy. The arena was smaller, which helped, but … I don’t know. It was different.
I figured out the gacha and bought things. Not too many, but enough. :) And my own DAMN shirt, which was maybe the most important thing.
His hair was blue. (He was not alone, so was mine, but darker, and quite a few other people, all in theming with his album)
We had been on the right side in Osaka, I think, and this time were on the left, or maybe the other way around, but either way, it was a slightly different perspective of the stage.
I love kororon live, I love the neon and the effects and everything about it, it’s magical. I love the crowd and everyone waving their arms or clapping in unison. I love ignoring everyone else and just focusing on the music. I know people thought we were weird, but also, because we were wearing the same things they were, because we were carrying the same souvenirs, because we (I) knew the songs — there was less distance there than there has been at some other shows I’ve been to.
It’s strange, being in Japan. I know enough Japanese to get by and just being there for a few days is enough to bring even more to the tip of my tongue. I can be there comfortably these days, and relatively few people speak English at me, for …whatever reason. I can’t even begin to know why. Is it the mask? Do I still fit the bill of ‘looks like a local no matter where they go?’
I went to a movie theater and just … did the thing. I watched Infinity Castle (and only drowsed off a little, I was so tired, I desperately needed sleep, but I went anyway. I had a yellow peach icee.) and understood more than I thought I might.
Day two was wonderful and agonizing because I knew it was the last day, because we were heading back to Tokyo. Hanaboshi hurt that time, even though it was still beautiful. I cried, and this time it was not entirely joyful.
If I lived there, I’d probably want to attend as many shows as I could for certain bands, seeing an entire tour, if I managed. I’d want it, at least, whether I succeeded or not.
It was a little more like Osaka, the second day: a little less exuberant, a lot more fog machine. We were at the back, straight on to the stage, and it was yet again a little different watching from watching at the sides. I loved it just as much, but the Saturday show was better. :)
Later that week, we were in Ginza again, we went to see a movie (together this time, and an American film with Japanese subtitles) and then we went home.
I was tired beyond comprehension and dedicated to sleeping until I felt better
(if i ever feel better)
It surprises me a bit that I have so much blahblahblah to put forth about this, and how unpoetic and straightforward it seems. I certainly had plenty of poem in my head at the time, and wandering Sendai and getting used to new places, hearing cicadas and just … being there, the bricks under my feet, the heat and humidity, the trains (endless), the shinkansen (sleepy), the wandering about and buying snacks at combini and …yet.
When I’m there by myself it’s a different experience than it is being with him. My focus is different and I experience the world through different filters.
(It was Osaka we had that amazing pasta, the one in Sendai was,… okay, but not as good.)
I want to go back again, I always want to go back. I always want to see more music. It’s been this way since 2001.
