I'm back! Over the past few days I had been vacationing in Japan with the family - Hokkaido and Tokyo - and it was one heck of a trip, I can tell you that. Somehow, I managed to strike off every single thing on my to do list, even those that were a bit of a touch and go sort of thing as they needed either huge amounts of luck or confidence on my part. And so, I'll be deviating from my usual articles to I've share my experiences with you guys. I hope you don't mind and hope you enjoy it.
Having seen my interest in Mihashi, the owner encouraged me to go with another one of his works. Being a bit more sane this time, I refused as I know many Michi songs are tough and require, as J-Canuck had once said, vocal gymnastics. But I wanted to select something that would garner the same amount of frenzy, which I did. Sadly, that one also needed a bit of vocal gymnastics.
As a friend of mine would say, "Go big or go home." I wasn't going home then, so I went big with the regal-sounding "Osho" by the fierce Hideo Murata. Hearing the music, I thought I should channel Murata by standing straighter with shoulders squared, chin up and wearing a no-nonsense look on my face. For that moment I felt... proud and powerful. I was doing it for them. Suddenly, for some weird reason I found that funny and broke the facade by snickering to myself. Nevertheless, it was a satisfactory finale and the oldies were pleased.
That about wraps up my Sugamo escapade. I wouldn't say that I'm particularly outstanding vocal-wise since I went off-key a few times due to not being able to hear myself or simply freaking out, but my audience were a really nice and supportive bunch, cheering me on even when I thought I didn't deliver a song as well as I had hoped. I made some friends that day. The icing on the cake was when they spurred me on with multiple "Ganbatte-s" and a "Good luck" as we were leaving, and a couple of them insisted they shook hands with me. It was an honor to do so; I felt like I was an enka singer. Commemorative photos had to be taken too.
And then one of them asked, "Will you be coming back?" That actually stung because I didn't know when I could go back, so I just replied with a vague "I don't know". But I will go back, and when I do I hope they'll be there.
In my next article, I'll talk about a live event in Ikebukuro.