East Meets West: Globalization in Japanese Popular Music, Round Three

Karaoke’s wicked popular in Japan (c’mon, like you didn’t know). It’s fun to show friends in America the YouTube videos of songs we’d sing every other week in Kyoto. Ken Hirai’s “Pop Star” ended up being that one song we’d sing every time we had the odd urge to spend $8 for thirty minutes in a box with two microphones.


Ken Hirai, Pop Star

Another popular karaoke band amongst us gaijin (外人) was a group called Monkey Majik. The band is, awesomely enough, also composed of two gaijin, who were assistant language teachers in the JET programme years back. Eventually, they formed the band, teamed up with some Japanese back-up musicians, and produced a number of songs that became fairly popular.


Monkey Majik, ただ、ありがとう

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Tumblr and the Path to Identification

I did it. Went over there. Got a Tumblr.

In some ways, I feel like I’ve conformed to another hipster precedent that I’ve been resisting for too long. And yet even though I’ve finally caved in, I still reckon that I’ve stumbled into a secret cavern lit by candlestick glow. Like an dusty, Victorian house, but one quainter than those along Brattle St.

Anyway, check it out: geno.tumblr.com. The first post goes, of course, to Diana Kimball and her most recent essay, “In the Absence of Fiction,” which put me in such a mood today that I need to write about it soon (possibly tomorrow, secretively, during work). I blame her for getting me started on this compositional adventure. So inspirational, in fact, that she’s unintentionally getting her name out there: “Her writing is passionate, idealistic, reflective, personal and fantastically geeky.”.

In the creation of my new Tumblr, though, I had to come face to face with a situation floating around the skull as of late. Looking to Tim’s predictions, he hovers over the point of ever-increasing movement toward absolute identification (“information consolidation”). Compared to my early days on the Internet, when I engaged with the parental caveats toward personal concealment (even though my first username, Owl6887, clearly emblazoned my date of birth, like every friend at the time), my current Facebook profile prominently displays a full range of contact info and idiosyncratic characteristics. My resume sits on LinkedIn; my website URL remains a monikerized placeholder. I’m certainly not branding myself, but IRL Alex is approaching pure digital socialization. I look back at old usernames in awe of my referential mindset. CollegeBoard still waves _ (a misnomer of the treasure-hunting character, Graham _, from the SNES version of Tales of Phantasia) at me before I can access my financial PROFILE. All those old AIM screen names haunt the occasional memory.

My FC friends still try to retain that creative spark. Sleuth. Diana. Chrysaora. Christina. I could list more if I had an excuse to stay up later, but I’m already tired. But I’ve returned to the username graveyard to lay bouquets on the oldies and picked up Geno at the social security office. It’s homage to my nickname of four years from high school, Gino, but influenced by the fact that the name was taken already. Now, it’s a double salute, the secondary toward this guy from another RPG.

Look for the quotes.