Friday, July 29, 2005

Derrida vs. ZIMA HUMMER 

Notes on meeting the SHOBOYS last night:

Email from O., would I like to meet in Shinjuku at the Alta bld. under the big screen (tickled that THIS is the first place he suggests for our meeting).

Of course I would! O. is one of my favorite hirsutes, so...

I spot Balula first. He has on killer glasses and is about to get hit by a tourist bus since he is in the street filming shinjuku traffic near the Kabukicho crossing.


I make it a point to use the word "bobo" about 100 times, so see if anybody catches on. Later on, and more drunk, I will orgasmically make a meta-ref. to a fictional character that I invent (with the help of semi-intoxicated SHOBOYS): DJ Bobofete(!). I repeat: DJ Bobofete. Later it will occur to me that DJ SHOBOfete might be nice as well, but I keep this to myself...

O. nervously explains why they are here and what they are doing. At this point I don't suspect in the slightest that this will have anything to do with Derrida or ZIMA.

They want to go to DONKI and on top of a building, they say. OK, I can do that.

DONKI. They go in looking for specific shit, somehow give up or change the plan, and wind up buying other shit. I stand around and look at the mint-flavor body lube display.

ON TOP OF A BUILDING? Sure...I happen to know a place. 7th floor, we go on top. Derrida is still nowhere to be seen. Back of the building overlooks the JR tracks (Yamanote, Chuo, etc.), front overlooks one of Shinjuku's main intersections/streets. Sun is setting. We are having 'taifu-ikka' and the weather is wonderful...a hot day, but a clear sky.

The ringleader, Minifer tries to overcome he fear of FALLING and climbs up on some really high shit.

VISIT JNR records http://www.neds-records.com/main.html
VISIT LOS ALPSON http://www.the-shinjuku.ne.jp/CONTENTS/IN/ENTER/RECORD/losapson.html

Walk to Shinokubo for drinks. Figure the guys are about to have one month's worth of Japanese food (mostly onigiri) and that will get old, so...find a back-alley izakaya that doesn't cater to Japanese, only Korean clientele...perfect, just what I was looking for. The late-40s Korean woman who is the host of the eatery doesn't really speak Japanese. I address her in broken Korean. She responds warmly, letting us in to drink and order some light food.

Trying to get 'ocha' Minifer instead is served 'corn-tea' (they don't have tea or water) we all try it. It is great. Must remember this drink.

A few beers.

Lots of silly conversation that only sounds good if you are the one having the conversation. If any of it were written down, we would all try to run and hide...unless it were made into a part of Kill Bill III.

21:32 The now infamous 'makkori'/'mokkori' non-incident takes place. (Check here for the tender perv's mis-construement of this, and my snappy reply.)

I spend a lot of time talking to DOMOTIC (I always wonder if he takes his name from the Paul Virilio usage of this term...). I like him a lot. He knows all about Star Wars and in-flight movies on SWISS AIR, and maintains strong, controversial opinions...despite the objections of his fellow SHOBOYS! What a rebel.

SPECIAL MESSAGE TO DOMOTIC: Please run out and watch the movie "Cool Hand Luke" right now! Please take note of the fight scene. (Domotic is the biggest SHOBOY, and so he is the ALPHA MALE. Since I am not small, Domotic and I have to have a duel...or a fight to the death...or so he tells me.)

I didn't get to talk to Balula much. I'll fix that next time. He went to art school(!)

Minifer is looking tired. We stop drinking and get our special Korean chewing gum from the woman. Good. Everything is as I had envisioned it would be...

We walk back to Shinjuku, taking some side streets.

The SHOBOYS make an aborted attempt to climb up to the roof of a buliding and scout out future concert space. They chicken out.

(The following conversation is translated from 'pidgin')
Domotic to me: "Should we go back? We kind of chickened out!"
Me: "Even if you go back now, you will still be a chicken."

We stand on the street corner after O. has a kind of ideological nervous-breakdown. (I always liked how shy and sensitive he is.) We get into a HOT 4-way conversation about...something.

Minifer makes a good point about the economics of noise.

I think this is where Derrida comes in, but i can't remember, because right about at the same time things started getting HOT, the ZIMA HUMMER drove by, playing booty-bass.

More pics here:

Somewhere in the middle of the whole thing, all of my bourbon (I had brought my infamous FLASK with "R. DUCKWORTH" etched into the cap. This is the same flask from which super stars like HYPO, CARL STONE, RODDY SCHROCK, DIGIKI and countless others have drink/drank/drunk)...

Balula: (Apologetically) It is all gone...
Robert: It was made full to be emptied by you.

Shinjuku station, 11PM.

We say goodbye, but then I notice MASAGORO is playing on the street near the exit.

We stand and listen to her music. Very good. If she was signed to some label, she would already be a star!
We buy two of her CDs and are given 2 more for free.
She writes on a big sheet of paper with a pen: REALITY MONEY IS DIFFICULT!


SHOBOYS go home. They have to play with wires.

I ride my bike to Shibuya and have drinks with my dominatrix friend.

ROUND #1 goes to ZIMA. Can Derrida make a comeback?

Oh, I just realized that the title for this post could also be "Yellow Skin, Jar-Jar Mask" in honor of Fannon

...or at least, that's MY side of the story.

Here is the SHOBOYS side of it.

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