A
Retraction ...Retracted
now
playing: X Japan's Live Live Live (VHS) (1997)
Whoa, remember how I said I was bored by the X Japan 1996 Live video
I recently acquired? Well, seeing Scars and Dahlia has
changed my mind a little; in them, Hide looks like he's actually having
fun (and not just pretending to be wacky but actually having a cool
time doing so) and pata, god bless 'im, actually seems cool! Yoshiki,
meanwhile, is positively spastic, with lots of quick, abbreviated
cymbal hits that call to mind images of autistic violently children
hitting things.
If
it comes out on DVD, I'll buy it all over again. I expect it will
-- everything up to the Dahlia videos ("5.1" and "5.2")
have come out on DVD. (Speaking of videos, if you get the chance to
catch the PV for Celebration, which is 15 minutes long and
includes "acting," please do so. It's -horrible-.)
<one
day passes>
Okay,
I wrote the above section yesterday. Know what? I've changed my mind
again! Aside from the songs Dahlia and Scars, the whole
tape is a waste of time! I mean, how man times can we hear Kurenai,
X, and Orgasm before we just decided to move on to the
next band?! I started out -adoring- Kurenai, and now even that
song's getting old! (Not that it matters since the band broke up eons
ago, but anyway...)
The
last couple days have been typical; bike to station, pay Y80 parking
fee (it used to be free, but people being slobs, they would all park
their bikes right at the front, and it'd become an un-navigable maze
of intertwined handlebars and spokes), wait three or four minutes
for the express train, hop on it, stand for a few minutes and then
maybe get a seat at the next station (there's only three stops to
Shinjuku). Get to Shinjuku, move cow-like-ly along with the rest of
the heard of workers up the stairs, switch to the other train line
I take, ride for five minutes (definitely standing -- packed in like
sardines), get to work. Lunch. Go home. Watch lame crap, eat dinner,
go to bed. I haven't touched my guitar for two weeks, literally, which
is a fucking long time; and it's sitting right next to me, ready to
be played as we speak... there's a sad, thin film of dust that you
can barely see in the glow of the monitor. I wanna play live! Bwwaarrrr.
