The last two days have been really packed…so packed I forgot to take down the laundry I had put up three days ago!
Yesterday I had my class, which went really well. It feels so good to feel like the class is really improving and learning and enjoying it! Yesterday I modified the “West Wind Blows” game we had been playing to make it a little more abstract and had them say their own opinions about politics and things like that. We also talked about Whale Rider, which they mostly seemed to have watched, again somewhat to my surprise since I thought it might be hard for them to find. At the end of the class I had them fill out feedback forms about how they thought they were doing and how they felt about my teaching, which I’ll use to think about the rest of the semester and to give them mid-semester grades and feedback.
Kimura-san, who I hung out with the first day I taught, managed to find me a shamisen! He apparently had an old beat-up one that he never used lying around. This was perfect, and avoided me having to spend a lot of money buying an instrument I have no idea about at this stage. It’s so weird to think that we randomly met at Amherst 2 years ago when he randomly appeared at a one-off jazz night I organized on a whim, he joined in with us on his own sanshin (a shamisen variant), and now two years later we’re working together in Japan and he’s lending me a shamisen and later on that night we jammed together again at his house, me on his shamisen and him on his sanshin!
He had invited Sawa and I to his house for dinner, which I gladly accepted since he’s a great guy and I felt really bad about missing out on his last dinner invitation last month. Before we went to dinner we stopped by the Eikando temple which was right next to his house. He used to work part-time in a tea vendor shop there, so he got us in for free and hooked us up with free amazingly delicious tea. It was my first time visiting a temple late at night (they’re usually not open that late, but they are now to accommodate the tourists starting to come for the autumn leaves). It was maybe even prettier than in the day, with the lights throwing pretty shadows all over. Sitting all together in the gorgeous evening drinking delicious tea beneath multicoloured leaves reflecting over this gorgeous pond was such a wonderful experience!

The Japanese really know how to light things up in a pretty way. The gardens are just ridiculous. I thought the Japanese garden we have at Amherst was pretty cool, but it’s so lame compared to even gardens in som people’s houses. Then if you go to temples (or the place Sawa and I are getting married!) you just get blown away by the beauty of the gardens. Before I came, I thought of temples and shrines as being about grand architecture and religiousness, but really the highlight of them seems to be their beautiful natural scenery and gardens. I think they end up serving a very special purpose in the city, not just of preserving culture and religion, but preserving beautiful natural areas that might otherwise be cleared, paved and developed.
Dinner at the Kimura’s place afterward was delicious and very fun. It was a little weird, because it felt like such an adult thing: Sawa and I went to their house and we had dinner together. Kimura-san is around 30, married, and just had a baby, so I got to hold the baby and sing it a lullaby to sleep. We had a really great time, but it definitely felt more like a grown-up kind of fun. A cool grown-up kind of fun, though, which is good.
Then today I went to see my first Noh play. I had been worried about it being really expensive, but it turn out that, rather than me having to pay to see it, the performers (who are amateurs) pay around ¥10,000 to perform, which includes providing us audience members with a free obento lunch and a souvenir of some tea cups! Sweet deal!
Maybe that’s the only way they can get audiences to watch, because it was pretty damn boring! I mean, it was really interesting to see what it was like, but I wouldn’t have minded if they’d hurried through the middle hour or hour and a half. I’m not saying it’s necessarily boring, but for someone used to Western style musical theatre, everything was completely the opposite of what’s usually thought of as exciting. The melodies are mostly a monotone, monorhythmic chanting, there isn’t really any plot, the main female character wears a mask and huge clothes so you can’t see any part of her body, and the dancing and walking is intentionally about as slow as humanly possible. The coolest part to me was the way the drummers sing these groovy little chanting things while they drum. They kind of go “yo and swoop up from really low and then suddenly break and go really high, and it sounds really neat. And one of them raises his hand as he does it very dramatically, then all of a sudden whacks the crap out of his drum. He was definitely the energetic highlight of the performance.
One thing that wasn’t different from Western opera or classical concerts was the audience: they were all old people, dressed up very fancily, and all seemed to be going more because it’s supposed to be refined than because they actually seemed to enjoy it. Many of them were sleeping. For me, I think it’s a little weird to call Noh one of the pinnacles of Japanese culture, but then again I think the same thing about stuffy opera/classical performances. I think it’s kind of a combination of elitism and a desire to preserve traditions, but I think that when they’re preserved despite the changing culture around them, they lose their relevance and vitality. But, anyway, I still want to try to learn how to do it, as I think it’ll be good for me to try to learn more about it, and also because I think many other Japanese singing styles (including some modern pop singers like Hajime Chitose) are based on the same unique vibrato-y singing style.
When I got back from the Noh play, I went to pick up my bike that I had left outside the subway station last night because of a mix-up with my transportation plans. Unfortunately, although I thought that the Kyoto bike parking enforcement people were a complete joke and just went around putting little stickers on your bike if you parked it illegally (as everyone does), it turns out that, at least this once, they will actually impound your bike. (I know I should park legally, but it’s a lot better for the environment and my wallet and my body than taking a subway or a bus, and it’s hard to park legally)
(Incidentally, I’ve lost mad weight since I’ve come to Japan. I’m not sure exactly how much, but I think maybe 5 or 6 kgs. A combination of healthier food, smaller portions, and biking and walking everywhere, I think.)
Anyway, that put me in a crappy mood, until I got home and found………
MY ESPRESSO MACHINE HAD ARRIVED! I had almost given up hope!
I couldn’t bask in the glory then because I had to go to choir, which was not that fun because they spent way too long on a single song. It’s really tough trying to enjoy this choir after singing with the Zumbyes for so long, which was so much fun and so much better and more efficient with rehearsals. But, I don’t think it’ll be easy or even possible to ever find a group as fun as that.
Once that was over and I had dinner, Sawa and I went back to my dorm to revel in the glory of the espresso machine. After a couple of false starts, we got it going and it was so good! Life had been pretty much perfect until now, living in this gorgeous city together with nice dorm mates, fun activities and delicious meals all the time and interesting work, but now that the espresso machine is here it is officially perfect (except for the bike impounding).