A Proposal

J-A-P-A-N. O god. The amount of sweat that leaves my body on an hourly basis probably exceeds the average amount of rainfall in certain parts of Africa. At least I got another foreigner to share the feeling of discomfort with me.

(the foreigner, Pierre)

Despite my severely pessimistic insight into Japanese culture in the previous post, this place maintains an aura of attraction that you can't experience anywhere else. At the point you venture into a more youth oriented location, the world tends to open up in different ways. So here we are: Namba, Osaka. This is where the graffiti/ street art journey starts. Except one thing: It barely exists ANYWHERE.

(except here)

But this is what I mean! There exists this obscured subculture hidden underneath all the neon. Like a loch ness beast, it secretly laughs at us from some strange corner of the ocean - or it's a fabrication of the human mind. View this example:

Ya, there's fancy art hanging in the subways, but it fails to go beyond that sentiment. They remain largely ignored by the general public.

Everyone provides a similar fatal blow to the indie music scene.                                

Free concert, maybe 20 people max - seems like an oxymoron. These guys were super legit too.

AHHH, so here's what I want to do. Let's reignite something, the creative, the craziness. If anyone knows any artists, musicians, or creative persons living in Japan, contact me or TravisNN right away. We've already received a lot of help, and we truly appreciate it. We're starting a revolution my friends. Watch yo self.

And with that, I leave a final picture:        

A thousand cranes, colorfully assorted in front of the peace center. It gives you one wish.

Use it well, my friends.

kayo