We had an improvised music session today, occupying a whole abandoned building in the city centre of Tokyo. Police officers climbed up to the top floor. Not so bad.
I've been very emotional for these couple of days. My Mackie mixer seems to be dying. Still making some sound but it sounds like it is screaming out of pain. After about 29 years of making music and travelling together around the world.
Making a duo album w/ Tetuzi Akiyama. We scattered our music all over a music room. Tetuzi left. I am now trying to place them in order. Feel like I am a father picking up toys, tidying up a room after my kid has gone to bed.
Doesn't matter whether the music is improvised or composed, the only thing that does is to make a right sound at the right moment. That is what my mentor (friend too) said, and never leaves me.
Remembering Pita... Victoriaville, Canada. Peter was so determined to have every meal at the steak house in the hotel. "Toshi, there is no better choice. Just eat steak".
Listened to a tentative master of my next album, and now listening back to my first album from 2000. Very different. I'm happy. Coz, change is good. But I myself prefer the old one. F**k! What have I been doing for all these 21 years?!
I didn't really wanted to do this. But I finally opened my gig bag, deployed my gears on my working table, be ready to make some noise at home. I know how to do home recording. But I preferred gigs in public!!
I guess I am done with my new solo album. Completed and happy. Now slowly slowly moving onto a new project with Tetuzi Akiyama. Excited, but might be a tough one.