01-1994
/ Friends Of The Pastels Newsletter / Japandemonium (2/3) For years the
myht has been cultivated. Finally the " happy-go-lucky " Pastels manage
to board a plane to Japan, the last land of myths. I lay sick in the dressing
room in Roppongi, flat out 3/4 asleep. The support band arrived, milled about
& wondered at this first sighting of a curious figure zapped from planet Pastel/
It took longer than that to get there - over harsh pointy peaks unfolding
for hours… hot in Hong Kong, 2 days before a plane skidded of the runway…
Taiwan & the last shark-infested stretch before we descended over small islands.
White bullet trains darted along and big nets rose up, for baseball practice in
a confined space.
We crossed a pedestrian foot bridge carved with muscley Olympic
swimmers and taut torch bearers and waved across at our party reflected in the
blue-sky glass tower block. We swam through aquariums and along overhead waterways
and put a little pink flip flops to go to the toilet. Our laundry smelled of seawed.
On a train from Kyoto a drunk business man gesticulated his surprise at David's
height (again and again). We danced to Teenage Fanclub at the Kara-kara club -
Stephen looked on in perplexity from the d.j. booth. Clumps of furry, caterpillars
jumped out of trees. Lace-covered taxi doors opened by themselves. All the time
the ground was moving. On stage - 4 souls of fire, sun flowers, dancing to Kitted
Out, Baby Honey on grand piano. Speeches. Tears within 10 minutes on stage was
being vacuumed. Overwhelmed by warmth, autograph books, flash photographs, parcels
of groceries, and politeness. Too much 'say cheese', but politeness we like. Thank
you for being you is adopted as national motto.
Raw fi Sho-too sicko
It
was a dream for you and a dream for us : our two dreams coincided. We were in
a bubble, unable to interpret signals and codes. Selected words were filtered
to us - we remained illiterate. Perhaps we have never even been. Our aim is international.
F.O.T.P. link-ups and a japanese convention live by satellite. Hello to girls,
all the film girls, the platform girls, the foyer.
Burn all the bad red-eyed
photos and cherish the memory- we will.
6 nov 1993. Aggi
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