My health worsened by this point so badly that I couldn't be bothered to take joy in eating at Richie Hawtin's favorite noodle place, which was located in Nagoya. This was the final stop of the Body Request tour, and the gig went quite well. This lifted my spirits as I happily filmed the party and the mad-for-it crowd, which had a larger mix of gaijin since leaving Tokyo. The hotel was straight out of a 70s cop drama. Except the sofa that looked like it was taken from my minivan I drove in high school. By this point it was near impossible to sleep through what little time there was after the gig before we took the Shinkansen back to Tokyo. I was in a constant state of freezing or near-fever temperatures. I guess it would've been funny if I was able to set off the 3(!) sprinklers in our hotel room at the point. The dehydration was pretty bad, and by now I was lovin' Pocari Sweat, though when I was well it was very much an acquired-taste beverage. Thanks to my frequent visits to appease the Gods of the Runs, what little water I kept in my body flew out as quickly as I replenished myself.
On that note, the train ride back was shitloads of fun. No pun intended. I was briefly cheered by our last dinner with the Maniac Love promoters and Shufflemaster, and going to town ripping Ed DMX, as well as one last pass through Shibuya for a final round of monster-watching.
Sorry I can't remember much about Nagoya. It was too dark or maybe
it was my brain oozing out with the rest of the stuff. Oh, wait!
I also remember seeing LOTS of Denny's restaurants in Nagoya. The
image of passing by several of them are burned into my brain for all eternity.
Personals
| Japanese male, 30s, nonsmoker, chival-
rous, discreet, healthy, educated, seeks Caucasian lady for a lifetime partner. My interests are travel, adventure, movies, camping, children, and flowers. |
Cute Korean girl, born in Japan, 35, went
to international schools, wants nice, fun, tall man to share eternal love and babies and fun until we die in each others arms on the beach as happy grandpeople. |
The spirit of Frank Zappa lives on in a used clothing shop. Not even pretty clothes. Nagoya. |
A Hello Kitty Dreamcast. To go with your Hello Kitty toaster and Hello Kitty vibrator. Nagoya. |
This was the last photo I took in Tokyo, by this time in complete delirium. I know I was not imaging a group of sumos standing in front of us in the taxi queue. |
This is Phil. He's part of Subhead. And apparently, moonlights as a model when not making sick tracks. Tokyo Classified magazine. |