If there is any place to see the quietest band in the world, it is in the quietest place in the world. Iron and Wine played: no one talked during the whole set. Complete silence between songs. There were only two of us who cheered when he hit the first chords to "The Trapeze Swinger" and I was immediately embarrassed. It was perfectly quiet and sincere. The rabbit that I think lives in Sam Beam's beard didn't appear. Also, Calexico played.
I spilled coke and whisky on my camera and I think I might have hurt it.
Tokyo was nice otherwise. Heather took me around looking for shoes. I didn't stop talking the whole time. It was really a fabulous afternoon, one of the best I have had in Tokyo. Spent the night a J's and was up to three defending my interest in Buddhism. I skipped church this morning, slept, and finished On the Road in Shibuya and, ironically, on the road. Now I am home, feeling like I didn't quite get it out of my system and wondering if I ever will. And wondering what it is exactly.