Friday, December 9, 2016

Made in Japan


I wanted to get some geta (traditional Japanese wooden sandals) as a gift for someone.  Being December these are at least 6 months out of season.  There is a shop on Teramachi-dori called Yamanaka (established 1909) that specializes in this unique footwear.  I'd passed it dozens of times before.  I was hoping it wasn't a seasonal shop, or that they would now be selling snow boots.

It was open and a full range of geta and zori (traditional Japanese sandal for women worn with kimonos) were on display.  A kindly old woman wearing a work apron greeted me and after explaining what I wanted in Japanese she wasted no time showing me a variety of styles.

The geta in Yamanaka are something like a made-to-measure suit.  They are not completely bespoke (custom-made), but they are not ready-to-wear either, that is, a single manufacturer's standard.  Geta are made from a single block of wood called a dai.  One can select the shape and style of the dai here.  The hanao, or thongs, are also customizable with a variety of cotton fabric patterns to choose from.  

After I selected the dai and the hanao pattern the proprietress told me it would take about twenty minutes to assemble the geta.  In the 21st Century where it seems everything is instant, it is unusual to wait for anything.  I found this was not an inconvenience, but a pleasure.  It is a joy to watch someone work that really knows his or her craft.  I imagine this woman could probably assemble geta blindfolded.

Sitting on her zabuton (cushion) she worked with a set of well-worn specialized tools.  The hanao was secured to the dai with a hemp cord using a variety of attractive knots - no glue!  The geta were finished with a small Yamanaka logo which she tapped into the heal with a brass stamp.


Monday, December 5, 2016

Maki's Blues

I was listening to "Japanoise" bands like Mono and Boris long before I came to Japan.  Japanese musicians are particularly good at this kind of super sonic, non-vocal, experimental rock, and these groups have a small but global fan-base.  But music sung in Japanese is by and large not exported to the West.  Some of the most popular groups of the last 20 years - artists like Ayumi Yamasaki, AKB48 and Arashi - that have sold more than 30 million records in Japan are completely unknown anywhere else.  While American and British musicians tend to be bent on world domination, Japanese artists seem to be content with an audience that doesn't reach beyond their shores.

I have made feeble attempts to discover Japanese music since I arrived almost three years ago.  I like the traditional music played on the shamisen and flute, but finding recorded music in a record store is near impossible because of my lack of knowledge and my poor Japanese.  From time to time I happen upon interesting contemporary musicians performing here in Kyoto, but these occasions are few and far between.

Last month my friend Aki in New York (better known as the musician/DJ AKA SUGA) released her new album "No Label".  On one of the tracks she references a Japanese singer Maki Asakawa.  I looked her up.  I was fairly blown away.

Miss Asakawa began her career as a cabaret singer in Tokyo in the mid 1960s, frequently performing at the social clubs on American military bases.  However, unlike other female singers of the time she shunned the exotic eroticized image of the Japanese woman and dressed in ankle-length black dresses, wore her hair long with bangs and sang blues and jazz covers in Japanese.  Perpetual cigarette in hand and a passion for black American music as well as French literature and film, Asakawa was the ultimate cool for the intellectual university crowd of the 1970s.

But it is her voice.  A beautiful, dark, melancholic contralto that is both Japanese and not at all Japanese.  East meets West.  It is sometimes the sorrowful moan of a solo singer in an odori (traditional dance), and sometimes the sultry croon of an American lounge singer.  It is a voice that somehow transcends language altogether.  A sublime musical instrument, rather than a mundane oral mechanism for transmitting information.

I've found the blues in Japan.  To it and dig!

Maki Asakawa "Blue Spirit Blues"