A little flicker of home

I just woke up, and in my hometown, that would be normal.  Except it is the equivalent of 8:00 pm here.  This is because in honor of my 21st birthday celebration  a concert was the plan to perpetuate the drunken harmonics of sound.

Firstly, we saw a few bands from Okinawa.  My first impression was, holy shit they remind me so much of home.  The music scene ranged from similarities with So Cal' punk, to New Jersey Ska styled licks.  It was a pretty homely feeling, especially when seeing a bunch of people skanking in the middle of Shibuya Japan, it brings back memories of New Jersey.  The venue, branded "Milky Way"  was very laid back and people would jump all over the stage dancing (one song had a hilarious choreographed dance that the crowd all knew) and they even managed to crowd surf despite the size of the venue (which is small).  There were times where multiple people would sandwich each other and they'd be carried into the crowd like some mangled mutant being.  My friend was able to converse around but i just smoked cigarettes to pass my awkward language alienation.  Though, i thought it was funny when i tried to reach in between to guys to get to the ash tray and they other one jumped 30 feet away because it scared him.

Initially our plans to meet up with many people after this concert to go somewhere till the trains started back up again around 5 am.  Yet,  everyone backed out, or just didn't respond.  HELL WITH YOU GUYS, you are now the enemy.

we had great fucking night anyway, and decided to go off to another concert where our friends were playing at.  Yea, we concert hopped all the way to Shinkjuku to see our good ole' friends Hate no Hate and a little liquor.  One of the drummers bought us curry and the guitarist tried to give us a discount, ahh, they are so good to us!!  We love them!

 This being an all night concert it was very laxed, very chill with an awesome awesome range of music.  I was surprised how good all the bands were and the crowd was just as crazy as the last one.  The band that was playing when we walked in sang a lot of English lyrics, it was very nostalgic for me and they were a pretty fucking good band in my opinion too.

I was approached by a foreigner, he asked me in japanese, if i well...spoke japanese, and his accent was obviously not Japanese.  So i just responded in English and we chatted for a while. He was very drunk, and from Australia, takes pictures of one band that was playing tonight.  He tried to get with 2 Japanese girls, and for a while he had one under each arm and was dancing obstructively in front of us.   Then he ditched one of them and tried to make a move to the other but was flat out rejected many a time, ha ha.  The ditched girl was very lost and confused looking.  After rejection he passed out leaning on the wall.  His expression read like his brain stopped functioning and he had 1 little brain cell chugging along all the neuron tubes. Eventually that brain cell got tired and he fell to the ground, i was surprised he managed to stay standing for that long.  The other girl that he ditched came to his rescue with some tea, and he immediately passed out on her shoulder.  After regaining the ability to walk, he tried to take her outside.  He failed as you may have thought.

My one question is,  why was this one fellow in biker shorts  walking around hitting things with drum sticks all night?

Friday Afterstory

Problematically calculating every tweezed  neuron from your brain.

whoa, that's what hang overs feel like.  you have no motivation, it isn't a real day.  If you get anything accomplished you aren't too excited about it.  That's what Monday, and Tuesday have felt like.  Though i haven't been consuming anything but chicken rice, and friendly exhaust fumes from the buzzing taxis of Tokyo.

So as a continuation from Friday night, there was a lot of money just flying out of my wallet like pigeons.  Really ugly 2-D depression inducing pigeons.  Clubs are expensive, or at least this one was.  The person leading us around had no care in the world where his money was going.  Ok sir, with a real job and a salary that is 110% higher than mine because mine is currently negative...so very low, and negative.

2 free drinks at the door not bad,
3000 yen at the door what the fuck.

and this was an all nighter right?  how come i couldn't sit on the stupid black square no one was on?
because i wasn't a girl. boohooo.

Aside from that, we met an array of people, stuck up, nice, happy, quiet, fun blah blah blah

did i forget to mention we lost one of our friends in the group?

yes, this person was like a small child.  If you turned away, he'd be gone.  After losing him and finding him once.  We lost him after the next song and just gave up looking for him. We assumed he'd be ok.

And okay super large but super nice secretary guard.  I know that you're trying to keep me from ashing on the floor.  But you don't have to say すみません (excuse me) and kindly push me with your giant meat hands in the direction of the ash tray.

Although, it was kind of...well nice.  His huge hands were still threatening though.

Because, I'm more used to the security guards in America, who will kick you out of the club if your under aged and have a beer, you snatch your cigarette from your hands cause you cant smoke.  And no matter how much you beg or cry, they will be an asshole to you.  Because that's their job...to be a big asshole that can move things. yea. that's life i guess. 

I doozed in and out of sleep on the train ride back home round 5:30 am.  Watching everyother person sitting on the train nod their head up and down with the force of exhaustion.

I stopped by a 7/11 on the way towards home and picked up very early breakfast.  then laughed when i saw someone i knew come back around the same time.  I was too sleepy to change or shower.  i inhaled my food and passed out elegantly as i woke up later with a fantastic drool puddle by my cheek.

today is Wednesday, today is another concert.  woohoo! i can't wait to get out of school....i'm dreading it right now.

Dancing by the Shinkansen

Yes, i love to dance.

i don't know why i was holding my ear at the end but ill just say it was part of the dance.

enjoy!