Monday May 31, 5:39 p.m.
On Saturday night, after work at Speedy's, I had my usual
ramen dinner at
Foo Foo near
Shinjuku Station. Instead of the usual
pai ko tan tan men, I went for the
chashiu men; not bad, but I think I'll stick with my spicy dependable next time.
Then, I walked deep into the wilds of
Kabukicho, the racy quarter in
Shinjuku to catch The Bass' band perform at a place called
Crawdaddy Club. It was about the furthest into the sleaze den that I've ever gone into. The immediate surroundings around the club were occupied by all sorts of
host clubs with spiky haired and inexplicably popular (at least by me) young guns waiting for their rich (and much older) patronesses. Crawdaddy Club was a basement operation; pretty small but definitely one catering to those fans of
70s prog rock...there were lots of posters of
Janis Ian and Eric Clapton on the walls. I was sitting next to one amiable fellow with more hair on his scalp than on an entire subway car of middle-aged men's heads.
I ordered a
Corona with the requisite lime wedge. It cost me
23oo yen(!)...most of which was for cover. And no wonder...hardly anyone drank more than the one glass of libation. It was crowded inside. I opted for a stool at the back bar. Pretty much as soon as I came in, The Bass started up the drums and the band was off for some several minutes of screechy and sonic wailing. MB and The Sylph came by a few minutes later. MB didn't mind the music but he kinda wished the volume hadn't been set at 11; he defintively eschewed the empty front seats since he actually cared to live life with working eardrums. After the set, The Bass came by to chat with us for a few minutes before we took off. In fact most of the folks took off as soon as the set was over; over here, folks don't stay to watch everyone...they just come for the guys they want to see and then they go...no wonder, the cover charge was so steep. Afterwards, the three of us just had some donuts and coffee over at the iconic
Mister Donuts outlet just on the rim of
Kabukicho.
The next day, I had my double with Yajima and then The Jyuppies in the west end of
Tokyo. As Yajima was driving me over to his place, we did pass by
PM Hatoyama's private residence. There was more security, including a small hoosegow planted firmly in front of the small gate. The Prime Minister hasn't had a good 2 weeks. He's basically lost the
Futenma debate, much to
Okinawa's anger and disappointment, and now he's lost his
Consumer Affairs minister,
Mizuho Fukushima, who has her second job as the leader of
the Social Democratic Party, the junior coalition partner. Mizuho was fired by Hatoyama since she refused to go along with the much-hated
US-Japan agreement concerning the moving of
Futenma Base. I wonder how long it will be before Hatoyama loses his own job. I'm betting it'll be after the July
Upper House elections.
After the lessons, I met up with The Bohemian in
Shibuya for dinner. He's still been looking for a job all these months and he even managed to get himself kicked out of
Mixi and even that group of Korean and Chinese students in
Takadanobaba. According to him, it was a misunderstanding and overreaction from one of the organizers of the friendship association that got him his latest
persona non grata status. But I also remember that he got kicked out of a gym, so I just wonder if he's been trying to rove around again picking up women. The
izakaya we went to had a 1,000-yen all-you-can-drink option which was more than enough for The Bohemian. But I kinda found it a bit lacking in the food department, and I'm not a huge drinker. He also got into his usual obnoxious drunken repetitiveness after downing a majority of the beers so I made sure we wrapped things up by around 8.
I went over to
Tower Records and ended up buying that first disc with the
"Glee" kids and even the soundtrack from
"De-Lovely", the
Kevin Kline biopic of
Cole Porter. The movie itself was only so-so but I did enjoy the contributions by folks such as
Natalie Cole and
Diana Krall.
My Monday started out as usual with Cozy, Swank and SIL. There were a couple of the ultra-rightwing black trucks blathering out their usual military music and propaganda coming up into
Roppongi...it wasn't a national holiday so I could assume they were protesting the
Prime Minister.
Since Medicine Man will be away for the next couple of weeks, my day would've ended right then and there, but since the bossman is off on his annual business trip through
North America, I have to teach one of his students in about an hour.