Archive for February, 2007
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Just outside of the Gifu Kintestu train station is a little hole in the wall shop showing that while Gifu might be a small town, it`s got some decent stuff to offer. Music selection is eclectic, but above all tastefull. Picked up an old re-issue of some African band, and the staff was helpfull. Nice guys. Recommended if you happen to be in the area. the used selection has some seriously decent gems.
Unbelievably its been almost two years since I was last in Osaka and my initial impressions of Japan this time around were mostly negative. Osaka can seem like a morgue at times, and Japan a concrete tomb. Shinsaibashi has changed, more upscale shops have moved in, I cant find all the record shops that were here last time, but after a few days things begin to look better. Time Bomb records has expanded into a full out shop, Loser has reopened as a hole in the wall clothing shop, king kong records consists of 3 branches, and all the reggae and dub shops have only expanded. Most of the eccentric dress of previous summers has been replaced with minimal hipster affair, Osaka seems like a much less exciting place, but unlike most of south east asia, it at least has stuff going on. Alchemy Records was a new find, but as other commentators on Japan have noted it seems like Japans time in the creative sun has long past. The goth girls in their victorian dresses and maid outfits are essentially wearing uniforms, new bands come and go, but little of the excitement of say ground zero, boredoms, the shibuya electronic set, have lasted. Japan appears to be sleeping, with little signs of anything to change it coming soon. Vampillia is a new hyped band here that sounds interesting, Im sure there are some decent bands around but its more that nothing has changed thats disturbing. Slowly U.S. groups are building up a new vocabulary for musical forms, but Japan doesnt seem to have matched that yet. The Osaka Contemporary Arts Space is awfull BTW and not worth bothering with.
In Taipei you have to pay for trash bags. Bags are also expensive. It’s potentially possible that someone could make a profit from collecting 32 NT trash bags (the big ones), burning the trash and then reselling the bag. Hence, it could be possible to do away with city wide trash disposal simply by placing the cost of the service on the bag. If each bag was worth such and such an amount, slightly durable, and could be resold, this could create a market where folks would simply go around collecting trash, disposing of it, and reselling the bags for their profit. Of course some people would probably choose to burn or dispose of their trash themselves and also this might be a good incentive for cutting down on waste to begin with. You wouldn’t need to worry about people throwing out garbage in bags that are worthless, no one would want to pick up a shoddy disposable plastic bag because of it’s low resale value. Is it possible that this might be a better method for dealing with trash than the current system where the person throwing away their trash pays a remarkably small amount for a large amount of waste? While many cities employ similar methods as Taipei does (recylcing is free, normal trash costs money), this method has the advantage of being low cost (in theory it provides a city with trash disposal with no cost to the government) and hence perhaps something for the developing world.
everything Dave Pollard writes is cool. In this one he estimates the elimanating the pox viruses from mankind allowed for unnatural population growth.
For about a year I’ve been talking to Anthony Wang on and off again, but never really about music. And now 3 days to go before Osaka I walk into Oishi and he wants to buy my box of cds. As he goes through them he throws a john zorn record on and goes you’re into so much experimental shit before throwing on objecto amarello, otomo yoshihide’s new jazz quintent, and then for a second it kinda happens. We realize we’re actually just music fans. It’s kinda sad to see them take an entire box of medocire cds shining as they realize that I’m not some random western guy, but a guy in the same field as they are. His partner is suddenly nervous around me as he realizes I’m cool. For a second a weird glance is exchanged, but the relationships have changed. We’re now equals somehow, both music fans exchanging tips and tricks and Anthony Wang who dressed in that mongolian long hair hipster style of japan is as cool as anyone in any club I’ve ever met. While cultural differences have a tendency to elevate dislocation or comfort, I find myself strangely more respectfull of my hosts. We are after all somehow cool in each others eyes.