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Taking in Tokyo with Gogol Bordello, I fall into a lazy haze, the Gypsy punk rock version of Japan. Everyone I meet is friendly and hospitable as I get lost again and again, solo in the streets of Shibuya, wowed and wasted on technology and cuteness. Led by tour guides, itineraries, lobby calls, scheduled pick-ups and drops offs and a dozen travel mavericks through humid, hyper-electric neighborhoods, I sip healthy ginseng vodka and narrowly avoid yarfing thanks to a nearby sushi-for-drunks joint. Left alone, I lose my wallet, bum poison ivy cigarettes, order teriyaki and nausea medication and receive chicken sashimi and constipation pills. Twice I feel the city right in the belly: first, during an earthquake that clocks in at 7.1 on the Richter scale and feels like being suddenly molested by a stranger. Second, crossing a soft-eyed boy shopping in a t-shirt reading ‘I am here to fuck your ass’. So I’ll leave you with that nugget of beauty and a few other images from my slam jam in Tokyo.
Gogol Bordello: Alcohol
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9 Comments
You are a faggot PBLKS!!! How do you go to Tokyo and and have pictures that make it look like you have a cooler time than I do…and I’m married to a yellow aryan?!!!! Gah! I haven’t even read the post yet..I’m just fuming!!
lol. Blame Jules, if it was me on the trip I would have been face down in a mug of happoshu somewhere in Nerima the whole time.
You found the Japanese corn flakes!
Asian cereal!
You lost your wallet and you almost lost your lunch!?!?
Earthquake weather!
You lived to tell the tale.
And tell it quite well!
God work!
Tagged with clubs, festivals, puke, sushi, tokyo – !!!
love the whole thing twice over.
perfect sound track as well.
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I’ve finally returned home to read this rad piece.
Great shots! Sounds like an epic few days. Atta girl. Ride On!
xo
ko
After I read your apt account of being on tour in Tokyo I wanted to be you. I still want to be you. I want to be on you.
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awsum
hah!
atta girl Juliana
ah yes. the perfect breakfast: garlic, cereal, and vodka.
Ah yeah, perfect is right! And to follow up with the perfect lunch, we have squid, guppy, fresh O.J. and a vintage chive (see Maurice Scheltens image above, right) ;D