Christmas 2008

I’ve lots of photos to share here,  so I’ll just commentate as I go along.  Colin and I went to Tokyo just after Christmas for a few days to visit our friends Yuki and Rick.  Yuki is the woman who started Ohio’s taiko group, Icho Daiko, back in 2003 and was my first teacher.  She and her husband, Rick, and daughter, Haruka, moved to Japan from Oberlin last summer.

The book was in Japanese, but Haruka wanted Colin to read it in English, so he just made up his own version by the pictures.  It’s hilarious if you have time to listen for a while!

The Witch, King Fatz, Swanny the Swallow, and Esmerelda (or something like that)

“Well… sometimes it’s good to talk to witches.”

Storm

Last Friday we had quite the storm. The roof of a building around the corner from us blew right off. Here’s a short video clip of what it was like. Sorry, I didn’t venture out for the sake of your virtual experience, but Colin was outside running at the time it was recorded.

Sorry… I really really mumble, huh? FYI: Once I go downstairs, most of the time I’m talking but you can’t hear any of it because the wind is so loud.

Inobuta Derby and a Waterfall

Ever wonder what Susami is famous for?  Well, there’s the local resort hotel… the amazing sashimi… and, well, the inobuta!  Inobuta are boar-pig, crossbread right here in town.  They’re for eating (and quite yummy!) 364 days out of the year.  Every year in May, however, people come from afar for the small-town Inobuta Derby!

Sorry, there’s no sound in this video:

And, for fun, here’s a video of one of our two local waterfalls, Shizuku no Taki,

Susami by Train

I took a short video clip on Sunday as I rode the train into Susami from the North:

Spring Time 2009

Pictures from Christmas time coming soon!

Here are a few photos of Susami in the spring time, near our house:

A bit of countryside.

A bit of countryside.

Mountains and Rice

Mountains and Rice

rice paddies

rice paddies

Susami River

Susami River

Flowers on the Side of the Road

Flowers on the Side of the Road

Susami River

Susami River

Thanksgiving and My Taiko Blog

I wanted to let you know that I have been a little unfaithful… I usually write on my blogger page All Things Taiko.  It’s pretty taiko-specific, but thought I’d let you know about it if you’d like to check it out.  Please pass it along to others who might find it interesting as well.

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So, to be honest I didn’t really realize it was Thanksgiving in the US until it was nearly too late.  But, in the spirit of Japanese community, my neighbor just happened to stop by with treats.  How appropriate that he caught extra sashimi and crab Thursday morning!  While it was certainly not traditional, we did have a special meal:

Just click on the photos to see them enlarged.  Hope you all had a nice holiday!

So I Think I Can Drum

Before I jump into things here, I’d like to be candid on the issue of this blog’s state of inactivity. I love living in Japan. I have a lot to say about what it is I love, though I must admit that it often is brimming with hollow romanticism. In fact, the volume of what I’d truly like to be writing about here is so vast that it is often this that pulls me away from ever actually doing it.

That said, today on my 2-hour train ride home my thoughts wandered to many places. I have many stories I could tell, from the pestering man this morning who wanted to speak English with me for an hour (but I understood not a word), to the beauty of the fall scenery peppered with tiny bright oranges, to my ongoing language journey. But, I’ll set this all aside to share with you the essential event of my day: my first performance with Shippu Uchi Daiko.

Colin and I took the express train north to Yuasa early this morning to meet my taiko group, Shippu Uchi Daiko. I did not expect anything to be significantly different than performing taiko in the US, and it wasn’t. But, it has been more than one year since I performed with other people (I’ve played solo twice in Japan since we’ve been here). So, it was performing in general I feel I was unprepared for. The presence of adrenaline was surprising, but, oh it was a good feeling!

Photos below!

Pre-Show Posing

Pre-Show Posing

Yui--the last song.  Can you see me clapping in the back?

Yui--the last song. Can you see me clapping in the back?

Girls having fun after the show.

Girls having fun after the show.

Home after the show.

Japan Taiko Festival

Friday afternoon, I took the train to Yuasa (where my teacher lives) and was picked up in a huge 10-person van. We made the rounds to pick up all the members and then set off to Ise Jinguu in Mie Prefecture (lots of history I could go into, but check it out yourself: http://www.isejingu.or.jp/shosai/english/index.htm)

The Japan Taiko Matsuri (Nihon Taiko Matsuri) is held at Ise Jinguu annually and is hosted by the main professional Ise taiko group, Shinon Daiko. This year there were 20 groups invited to perform from around the country, including my group, Shippu Uchi Daiko. There were 3 stages for 2 straight days of non-stop taiko. I was there as “staff” this year with instructions by sensei to “learn” by watching the different groups and become familiar with some of the best players in Japan.

So, Friday night we arrived late at the guest house and were instructed to bathe quickly and go to sensei’s room for a meeting. After a quick overview of the next day’s schedule, they went through the entire set by tapping on the table. I was really struck at that moment how lucky I am to be with such a talented group of drummers, their fingers moving effortlessly on the coffee table, bodies exhausted from the 5-hour drive.

Saturday morning started at 5:30am, dressing in warm-ups, doing preliminary hair and makeup. Then we headed down to the stage to help with set up, tightening okedo and bringing out drums. At one point I remember standing (wouldn’t be surprised if my jaw was hanging open) in awe as the o-daiko was lowered down through the ceiling of the pagoda right onto the performance space.

There was continuous honoring of other players throughout the weekend. I was prepared for this because sensei gave a lecture the night before to make sure that everyone was making an active effort to say good morning, yoroshiku onegai tashishimasu, et cetera whenever anyone passed. So, there would be frequent pauses from the hectic preparations to stand and bow and say ohayo gozaimasu whenever any group would pass. This did make it quite difficult for me initially to differentiate any sort of status because everyone was treated as equally important as performers at the festival.

Anyway, after everything was set up, we walked down one of the walking streets and took photos with the big banner saying Shippu Uchi Daiko (疾風打太鼓) and then went to eat and get into costume.

I was “working” (mostly I was towel/water girl) the first performance for Shippu Uchi (they had 4 over the weekend), but was then free for the rest of the day on Saturday to study other groups. I saw Miyake Daiko first and was impressed by their playing, but bored by the repetitiveness of their show. They played for 30 minutes–the same rhythm we (taiko players) all know well–getting faster each time. Wachi daiko was next. I was surprised that they, too, only played one song, switching out people.

In the afternoon I was wowed by Honou Daiko, a powerful all-women group. Their leader was very dramatic and very much a dancer, but in a very defined, rigidly graceful way. She was one of my favorites to watch and the group was very creative and choreographed. They made good use of the drum tones and their songs often sounded melodious.

Next was Wa Daiko–a fairly young group from Chiba-ken who utilized an amplified koto. They had quite a few members and different sections had their own choreography which was fun to watch and never boring. Their atarigane player was very dramatic, waving his body around the stage to the point of near comedy.

The most skillful show I saw the whole weekend was a combination show by Shinon Daiko (now one of my favorite groups for their drumming skill), Yamabei Daishi (Okayama-ken), Kirishima Kumen Daiko Wakana (all-women professional group), and Fujimoto Sensei (KODO o-daiko player). In fact, I watched this show twice, once each day.

Sunday, I was staff for Shippu Uchi the whole day, so no more “studying” for me until their shows were done. After their 4th and final show on Sunday, most of the members went home, but Ryo Sensei, Itsuka, and I stayed for the closing dinner and came back on Monday.

Dinner was crazy! I had enough trouble as it was that weekend trying to understand because everything was always in a rush and words were spat faster than bullets. But, then the alcohol flowed! There was a speech by one of the sponsors (the whole weekend is paid for by corporate sponsors) and a big Kanpai! The food was on the tables, but most important was the act of filling others’ glasses and toasting them, so everyone was drunk first and ate later.

I’d been in the background quite a bit the whole weekend, and left to fend for myself, but Sunday I actually got to meet a few people. Katsuji Kondo (former KODO member and Ryo’s teacher) insisted on only speaking his short English phrases to me and had quite a sense of humor (therefore, I didn’t always understand what he meant). Here’s an example of one of the better ones: (points to Ryo) “He’s your teacher. I’m his teacher. So, I’m your grandteacher!” Then, he leaned over to me and said, “I’m sorry. I’m a little… drunk.”

I also got to talk to Naoki-san of Shinon Daiko, and the main player for Kirishima Kumen Daiko Wakana. Naoki-san had previously talked to Ryo sensei about 3 of Shippu Uchi’s younger members–he says their level is good enough to train with Shinon Daiko when they graduate from high school.
The table next to me was all the younger players (in their 20s) from Miyake Daiko, seated across from the masters from KODO, Shinon Daiko, and someone else I didn’t know. It was fascinating (did I stare too much?) to watch the boys sitting in their tallest seiza and bowing and pouring beer and sake without pause. And the volume! I couldn’t hear the person next to me unless they shouted in my ear. Ah… the enkai.

An announcement was made that we needed to leave the restaurant within 45 minutes, so everyone stood up to bid farewell. However, this only seemed to escalate the festivities as it encouraged more movement and loud singing (shouting?). We were on our way out when we noticed that Fujimoto sensei (KODO) and a few others had wrapped bandannas around their heads and tied them like little old ladies. I got a few shots of this silly moment.

Leaving the restaurant, Shinon Daiko, as the host of the weekend, was lined up to bow and thank everyone on the way out. Unfortunately I was sick with a cold the whole weekend and opted to go to bed as the party continued in Sensei’s room across the hall back at the guesthouse.

The next morning we had to wake sensei up by pounding on his door and he claimed, on the way down to breakfast, to be still slightly drunk. Breakfast was slow for once because there were no performances to rush to and everyone was hungover. More visiting to and from people for last minute business card exchanges. Just as we were finishing up, Fujimoto Sensei came over to give Ryo his card. Then he asked if everyone at the table was a Shippu Uchi member. Ryo explained that just the 3 of us were members and Fujimoto sensei asked about me.

Ryo introduced me and my taiko background, told him that I was from Seattle Kokon Taiko and Fujimoto Sensei immediately spoke up and said he knew of SKT and then told me that he knows Seattle has many taiko groups and started to list quite a few of them. (Ryo was impressed that he’d heard of SKT) Then the conversation steered to how Stan doesn’t drink sake–then a look at me, “doesn’t he?” I tried my best to explain that we don’t really have enkai in the US and that it’s not really a tradition for taiko groups to toast each other to drunkenness. The best my comments did was steer the focus away from Stan and turn it to a general discussion of how Yes, Americans just don’t drink sake like we do here in Japan.

Katsuji-sensei (former KODO), and Fujimoto-sensei (KODO) saw us off in the lobby before we left that morning. The deepest of bows from us to them. They both gave me words of encouragement and we were on our way.

4.5 hours drive, a 1 hour wait at the train station in Yuasa, and 2 hours back to Susami. I arrived last night, exhausted, motivated, and enlightened. It was definitely the taiko event of the year and I can say, in all honesty, even though Ryo confided in me his feeling of being an underdog, that Shippu Uchi Daiko’s performance was one of the best. I was honored to be there with them.

28 minutes until my release

Okay, I would like to achieve something significant in these minutes approaching my daily 4pm release from the Board of Education office.  Reaquainting myself with the old blog and smiling through Carrie’s recent chroniclings seems like it could put some bounce back into my step as I head out into the sun. 

It’s now approaching two weeks since we flew back into Kansai from three weeks in Seattle, Willoughby, Detroit, and Swartz Creek. While I’d like to say that I slipped right back into my old routines upon returning to Susami, it would probably be more accurate to describe the readjustment as something akin to throwing on the breaks and plowing into the back of a stalled car on the interstate, with all of the characteristic symptoms of whiplash included.  I seek routine and it becomes me, but it makes me anxious when everything is so predictable, a complete schedule written out a year in advance.

Still there are novels, pilfered from my parent’s bookshelf and waiting to be read and endless hours than can be spent floating on my back in the deep pools beneath the falls. Just last week I was finally able to map out the rocky depths of those pools using the snorkeling mask that my parents left after their visit. Trout clamor into the crevices below where the water pours down from Shizuku Falls.

And of course, I’ve spent a fair bit of time reading US State Department press releases and looking over reports of crisis scenarios that occured in consulates and embassies. I pursue this odd diversion in the thought that it may help me be better prepared for the Foreign Service Oral Assessment which I will get to experience in October. 

I am now released.

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