Friday, April 17, 2009

Blossom Dearie's muse


There was this hipster on the train, all baggy jeans, Kangol cap, shades, dark jacket.  Despite the crowded car, he's blowing big bubbles with his gum, which expand perilously close to the pomaded hair of the salaryman to his right.  He flicks his phone open with a backhanded flick of the wrist--Nope, no messages, too cool for that--and flicks it closed again.  He steps off the train, this picture of loose-limbed lanky coolness, a picture cheapened somewhat by the dainty little tartan backpack cinched tightly to his shoulders...


On the turntable:  Mr. Scruff, "Keep it Unreal"
On the nighttable: Tony Henderson, "Yamabushi, The Third Force'
On the reel table:  "Floating Clouds"  (Naruse, 1955)

2 comments:

taikotari said...

those young ones....

Shiffi Le Soy said...

Aren't those little incongruities part of the essence of Japan?!