It’s been a dream of mine to go to Tokyo every since I was a wee lad addicted to video games and dabbling in the occasional anime, hearing stories of places like Akihabara and the like (more on that later). Promoter Mio Takahashi and DJ Naoki Sarizawa first heard me playing live at the Crew Love High party at BPM last year. They invited me to come play and obviously I was stoked, especially when I heard I was staying for about a week!
Day 1:
I got to the airport a little late and had to rush through security. I realized last minute that I left my sleeping pills in the car, so the 13 hour flight was starting to freak me out a bit. Luckily, right before boarding I ran into my friend Alexander (of the incredible SONNS and Split/Secs projects) who was getting on a flight to Paris, who just happened to have an extra half Xanax for me. Thank the stars.
Arrived in Tokyo a little groggy but pretty excited to finally be there. A dude named Taku, standing tall in his signature grey sweat shorts and Spurs jersey, was there to pick me up. Taku is the man - hip-hop head that knows his house, chill as Christmas, super nice and one of the best tour guides you could ask for; probably somebody I would cut class to smoke blunts with if we went to high school together.
After a quick check in and outfit change at the hotel, Taku, Mio and I met up with Naoki at Sushi Zanmai (first sushi in Japan!). Damn good sushi!
All residual grogginess faded and I was off to play at Dommune, Tokyo’s version of Boiler Room. It streamed online with about 13,000 viewers that day. Arriving there, I wasn’t really sure what to expect, but I walked downstairs to the sound of me rapping on PillowTalk’s “Can’t It Be Simple”. I was ready to get down. Naoki was opening up for me and he was playing lots of nice, groovy stuff. It’s always nice to play after somebody who really gets the vibe, especially when they’re the ones who brought you out in the first place. The set was fun and people seemed to dig it online. Then it was back to the hotel to chill out for the night.
Stray observations:
1. Japanese commercials are fucking hilarious. Most of the time I didn’t even know what the hell was going on until the jingle and logo of the company played at the end. It seemed everybody has a jingle/logo either at the beginning or end, even American companies and businesses like Haagen Daaz.
2. There was an outrageous game show where a bunch of girls were trying to spit watermelon seeds onto each other’s foreheads. I don’t think the show runners even knew if this was possible, because every one of them failed except the last pair, who literally stood inches away from each other tirelessly spitting seeds.
3. 7-Elevens are way more decked out in Japan. You can get a vast variety of foods as well as other stuff you’d never see in an American convenience store. Mio and Naoki recommended some rice ball snacks, since they remembered Eli and Chuck from Soul Clap were all about them. Naoki also laced me up with a couple packs of bath salts.
4. Japanese people, including the men, seem way more into baths than us filthy Americans. The hotel I was staying at provided a pack of salts as well.
5. The rumors were true; toilets in Japan put the rest of the world to shame.
Day 2:
Taku picked me up in morning to take me shopping around Shibuya, mainly Harajuku. We went to a couple of normal clothing stores and it quickly set in that shopping in Tokyo is not cheap, so we then moved on to more some thrift stores. It seemed that Tokyo did American better than America. We went to one store that was basically like the 90s hip-hop gear outlet. Everything from airbrushed Bulls t-shirts, gold chains with fat Versace medusa emblems, and much more of the like. I spent a pretty penny there, mainly on this sweet Hermes jacket.
We cruised around a bit more. Riding around the town with Taku was dope as he provided the illest soundtrack of old school hip-hop I’ve heard in a while. It’s been a long while since I stopped listening to that stuff (since it stopped being very good) and it was weird to feel the nostalgia of riding around bumping Outkast, Dre, Gang Starr, Kurtis Blow, Q-Tip, etc. in this strange place I’d only dreamed of since most of that stuff came out.
Taku then took me to this sneaker store that reminded of New York’s Flight Club. Their selection was pretty amazing. Saw these dope Keith Harring Reeboks, the Patrick Ewings, and more. This was also one of the first times since I was a kid that I’d ever really seen brand new retro Jordans in an actual shoe store, as they usually sell out pretty quick in the States. Not only that, but there were like six different pairs! I was actually trying to decide between different J’s in one store! With Onyx and EPMD playing in the background, no less. The decision was tough, but I had to go with the classic black X1s.
Next stop was the 5G synth shop. I recommend any gear head to stop by this place. It was analog Mecca. Taku stood patiently while I did my kid-in-a-candystore thing, trying to get my fingers on all the nice toys. I played with the Mini-MS20, the Prophet 12, some of the MFB stuff, the OP-1 and others all for the first time. It was dope.
We met up with Taku’s homegirl, Mika, and went to grab a snack. We stopped by this spot that they said offered “Japanese Soul Food”, a little stand on the corner. There we ate Takoyaki, these little fried balls stuffed with octopus, with some mayo/eggy sauce thing on top. These were off the fucking chain, and even though it was tongue-scoldingly hot, I couldn’t slow down.
They took me to an arcade quickly because they knew I was a nerd (in Japan, the word for nerd is “Otaku”). I was really excited to get my ass whooped in Street Fighter by some six-year-old kid, but to my dismay, out of two six-story arcades, there was no Street Fighter!! When I asked an employee what the heck was the deal with that, he said they had to make room for the new Tekken cabinets. Whatever, Tekken. Besides that, everything else was some kind of rhythm game or these weird horse race things.
Last stop was the top of this government building for an amazing view of Shinjuku – very Blade Runner-esque and amazing.
Stray observations:
1. It seemed like everybody had clear umbrellas. They have these cool things in the front of most stores that quickly put a plastic bag around your umbrella. My theory is that everybody rocks the clear joints so that nobody notices when people accidently take the wrong umbrella.
Day 3:
Chilled for most of the day until dinnertime. Mio, Taku, Naoki, and Mika took me to Shabu Zen, the restaurant Bill Murray goes to in “Lost in Translation”. We had this special room to ourselves, which was cool. Although I’m not a huge cigarette smoker, it was cool that we could smoke in there. The waitress was all Geisha’d out and the whole atmosphere was pretty cool. The Shabu Shabu was delectable, but the real star of the show was the Sukiyaki. This was my first time fucking with the stuff and boy oh boy was it delicious. This yolky sauce that the meat is dipped into was sweet, rich, and to die for.
Afterwards we stopped by this cool bar called Spumo bar, where some of the crew had some friends there chilling for a birthday party. The place was small and intimate and super dope. The friends were rad too. I met Naoki’s band of childhood homeboys, who back in the day would go by the name The No Sweet Gang. It was fun hearing them reminisce about their youthful shenanigans and reminded me of my own mischievous childhood.
Stray observations:
1. There should be a Bill Murray tour of Tokyo.
2. Otskaresama is like saying Kampai (cheers) but reserved for after a long day of hard work, or as a congratulatory thing, which is cool.
3. Mio Takahashi is the best joint roller in the East!
Day 4 - Show Night:
Got to the club, Air, and the place was pretty sweet. As you go downstairs from the restaurant, there’s one room that’s a chiller more lounge type club affair. Then downstairs was the main room. Mio and her gang spruced it up a bit for their party, and it really made a difference. In front of the DJ booth was a pretty sweet DIY installation that made the whole thing look like some alien spaceship. This was achieved by putting these metal flower things on the ends of dozens of (clear) umbrellas interlocked with each other. A couple acts went on before me and they were all dope. These two brothers played a live show that was fresh and acidy. I did an extended set for Tokyo to include all the goodies and the set time went a little longer than anticipated. Naoki got on afterwards and absolutely smashed it! I hopped on the decks and played back to back with him for awhile, also doing some impromptu drunken freestyle vocals over the stuff he was playing. From what I understood, the party went a few hours longer than it usually does and ended well after sunrise. We laughed and stumbled our way home and all in all it was really one for the books.
Day 5:
Thank God there are more days to write about, because had I left the next morning it would have been a pretty rough flight. I chilled for the afternoon recovering until Naoki and Mio stopped by and took me to this Japanese-style Korean BBQ joint called Jumbo. WOW. Not a huge red meat guy, but this place was all about the beef, and I can easily say it was the best beef I’d ever had in my life. We ate Wagyu beef, which I was told was better than Kobe. We ate almost half the cow and I’m glad we did. There was a grill in the middle of the table and we cooked the majority of it ourselves.
Here were some highlights:
Yok-hoe – this amazing raw beef, can’t remember which part of the cow.
Heart sashimi - sweet, chewy but not too much, interesting and delish
Tongue – the tongue was amazing. Tasted like filet mignon
Kimchi cherry tomatoes – YUM
Best potato salad ever- sweet bacon flavored goodness, awesome
Thin cut baked sirloin sukiyaki in tamago (egg) - this was to die for and my favorite thing. That is until I tried…
The brisket. Sankaku (triangle). Wow. Cook each side for 3 seconds and dip in yakiniku sauce. Holy shit. Melts in your mouth.
Small intestine -like little yummy flavor balloons - a bit tough in the outside, full of juicy goodness on the inside
Day 6 - The Last Day:
Before heading to the airport, we had enough time to do one more sightseeing thing. The choice was between going to Disc Union, a dope record store that the Soul Clap guys had told me about a couple weeks before in Barcelona. The other choice was to go to Akihabara, the nerd capital I’d wanted to go to since I was a kid. I decided between the big kid nerd stop and the little-kid-in-me nerd stop, the big man would win out. Disc Union was super dope. They had a sweet section of sample sources, records they thought you might want to sample, that was on sale. Other than that I dabbled through the 90s house section, old school hip-hop, Japanese rap, and some world music stuff. Ended up leaving with a couple cool African records, this weird Tibetan Buddhist Demon Exorcism chants record, a couple of Pal Joey records, and some sweet old school freestyle records.
Luckily we had about four hours to go so we decided to go to Akihabara (or Akiba) for a bit. Cosplay everywhere, arcade heaven, and lots and lots of toy and gadget stores. There were even little hentai dolls with their tits out for sale for like thousands of dollars in one place. The video game stores had lots of cool rarities like gold dreamcasts, Neo-Geos, lots of old school Game & Watch things, and some of the rarest games in the world, mostly selling for hundreds of bucks. Funny enough, Akiba had the most white kids I saw in Japan, mostly pasty socially awkward dorky types with bad acne walking around with their dads.
With all the stops met we made our way to the airport. There was a big traffic jam but we managed to get there eventually, and although I may have had to get on a later flight, in the end it all worked out. Easily the best trip on my world tour! Totally lived up to all my expectations. The crew there who took care of me are now definite homies for life. Crew Love Far East!
It was one of the trips that reminded me just how lucky and blessed I am to be able to do this for a living and get to experience things like this just for doing what I love to do. Can’t wait to go back.
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