Now, Our Man realises that his headlines have been kinda sucking recently - like he's thrown some words up in the air and left 'em where they fell - you know, Japan Times style...
Shiite terrorist role model Miss USA 2010 pole dancer
...but hang in there, dear reader(s).
So there was Our Man Saturday night, pretty excited to get some live blues in his soul in the big bad downtown Tokyo 'hood of Meguro. And Our Man wasn't just seeing any old two-bit three-chord merchant, but Fusanosuke Kondo. Who? The guitarist here who also does a damn good job as a singer. The set started well with a good bluesified take on John Lennon's Jealous Guy. And yeah, OK, he did do some jazzy blues numbers, but then for every scorching riff and soulful wail there was an equal and opposite reaction. (Get to the point, fig Newton boy - ed.) Cool opener? Then there was the standard standard finale You are so Beautiful to Me... not forgetting the journeyman version of Stand by Me sung by his bongo drummer "and za moon is za onry right we see..."
So far, so so. And then...
Our Guitar Man buggered off and was replaced with a three-man comedy enka troupe, who had the rest of the audience in stitches, but had Our Man and his fellow undercover gaijin, how you say, er (nonplussed?) bored shitless. It was a lot like this, only without the pretty girl.
Anyway, it made Our Man realise pretty girls are very important, and also that the brilliantly talented Kondo had a problem with taste. He ain't got none. How can he sing like he does, play like he does, but decide it would be better to shake the maracas and hand over the mic to a bow-tie-wearing dweeb who couldn't sing? Or play the maracas.
But then in a moment of enlightenment (around the third bottle of Kirin lager), Our Man got it. It wasn't an evening of lounge-bar blues, but the blues song of Hatoyama and J-politics. Dr Crazy Hair Hatoyama too suffers from lack of taste, an inability to know what he should be doing and is bad at maracas. We, the punters, shell out our hopes, dreams and paper money expecting one thing, and we get a mishmash of other bollocks, that nobody expected.
Anyway, not wishing to leave you long-suffering readers with nothing after getting this far, here is Hatoyama's bad shirt, bad Miss USA pole dancing and the bad-ass busker Our Man saw for free at Abiko station on the way to Tokyo for the big city, big ticket blues.
Er, that's it. You can stop looking at the middle pic and put your maracas away now.