From the category archives:
With a constant stream of commuter trains raucously rattling overhead, this particular place certainly doesn’t seem ideal for a spot of saxophone practice.
But there again, bar the few minutes I was faffing about photographing him, it does offer that most precious of commodities in the capital, privacy.
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The outdoor playing of guitars, ukuleles and even wind instruments is all well and good, but from a foreign perspective at least, it’s far more fascinating to see something with a much more traditional form.
Like a shamisen for example. With its simple.
And yet strangely seductive.
Sound.
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The often wafer thin nature of walls and the nearness of neighbours means that many Tokyoites who want to tackle a tune have to either hire a studio or haul their stuff outside — the latter of which, at least when it’s warm enough, is surprisingly popular.
But whereas drummers would rather to do their thing outside disused buildings, and baseball loving guitarists prefer bridges, those with wind instruments appear to find wooded walks by waterways more welcoming.
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A sunny spring Sunday.
Some sake.
And the sensational sight and sound of a super-sized drum.
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