Hair pictured is definitely number one funky.
I went out to karaoke again tonight, which makes the third time in less than a week. Even the Japanese don't go this much - what is wrong with me here? This time was for Alice and Fiona's big farewell shingdig with the international center at school, and it was thoroughly excellent, possibly more excellent than usual.
I finally decided that I was tired of not having any Japanese music to listen to, so I went out and bought a few CDs at a used shop in town and then got a bunch off Amazon marketplace, which as it turns out is probably the cheapest and easiest way to get Japanese CDs. Given that any normal CD costs more than my life is worth, namely $25-30, some form of discount used system is absolutely necessary. I bought a CD by the hilariously Engrishy band Shonen Knife, who my sister randomly introduced me to way before I even started studying Japanese. They are sheer genius and have such nuggets of wisdom like "I discover whiskers of a cat in a timeless zone/And I put them on my face/In a moment I become a sweet little cat/And I dance on a flying saucer/I am a cat/I am a cat/I am a cat." Now, if they were on drugs when they wrote that it would be considered an enlightened precis of relativism and the futility of human existence. As is, I think they just don't speak English very well.
I also got a CD by Ramjet Pulley, which is an awesome and mellow pop group (Japanese, despite what the name might lead you to believe). When I discovered in the liner notes that they consider themselves heavily influenced by Swedish pop, any mystery of why I liked them was exploded.
- Gyaa! I'm give up
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