Everyday Magic Anywhere: Japan stories irregular

Allready a week in Tokyo.

Slowness is fastness. And its opposite.

This Autumn is hot and humid unlike the one last year.

Different atmosphere. Yet familiar. Somhow the same. Ish.

Settling in body mind and spirit.

It takes its own time.

Why fly that far out to play a music one can theoretically at least play anywhere, so why not closer to home?

Different people. Different attitudes. Ethics. Food. Speed and intensity of life. A seeming simplicity and apparent clarity of choices people seem to make in regards of what they do, what sounds they play. The ways of doing. Making. A simple and rooted yet very refined relationship to materiality. Matter. Objects. Craft.

The special ones are everywhere. Here. There. Home. Far away.

Where do we belong? Where do we come from?

Who are we?

Where is my family?

What is my tribe?

Clearly I have tribe members here.

Imaginary tribe perhaps, but who’s to say, really?

And also, I kinda belong to several tribes.

This confuses some, and is wellcomed by others.

Why choose? Unless for somewhat natural reasons. Beyond the often limited smartensses of minds. Meta tribe!

I had the pleasure to play and sit with some of them. Members of different tribes. Some more family like.

You know who you are.

Next week Osaka region with brother Daysuke. His hometown and local tribe awaits.

They speak with a more singing intonation I was told.

I say, let them sing.

Birds will be birds.

Written as if translated from Japanese in a coffee bar.