Subject: dancingbarefootintherain
> Dear Peter,
> I would like to thank you for bringing the joy of music so close to my
> heart. I can only think to compare your songs to the feeling I get when
> dancing barefoot in the rain. Keep doing what your doing,
> Thank you x
>
hello everybody, hope this mail finds you all well. happy easter by the way, it came and went, without me noticing. they don't have have easter eggs, bunnies and bonnets in this far flung land.
but, it is a new season here in japan, and as all japanese people will tell you, the definition between the seasons is something to go mad about. unlike in england, where apparently even a train cannot arrive on time, here the sun shines on time, the cherry blossoms bloom and die on time, and the people follow suit, removing the pizza dumplings from the convenience store on time, and changing the hot drinks in the vending machines back to cold. so as you can imagine, my staple diet has had to change dramatically.
but spring is in the air, and after much contemplation, my life is about to change dramatically. in japan, people admire the cherry blossoms as they reflect the impernance and beauty of life itself, so around this time of year, a lot of time is devoted to drinking oneself blind drunk under a pretty tree (which is virtually ignored for the afternoon) and then puking. well actually, this year i chose to spend my time a little differently, enjoying the odd days of spare time alone with my camera, taking endless photos and really doing a lot of thinking about my life. how the cherry blossom season represents life itself is a particularly resonant idea in a country where the pace of life is like that of a bullet train, and for me in particular, really quite poignant since i seem to just survive this life catching odd moments of sleep on crowded trains as they rattle through the metropolis, taking me to job after job after job.... it wasn't until i sat down under a tree i realised how thoroughly burned out i am, and how far i am away from realising my dreams and what i came here to do. i guess right now, the soundtrack to my life would be the elevator music that endlessly plays in these huge skyscrapers, and that's not the soundtrack i want for my life thank you very much. i am holding down 2 very good jobs now and have various other things on the go, but i've decided to quit the lot and and take a huge leap of faith with my photography. i have some contacts, yet no guarantees (i guess thee aren't any in this life). all i want is time to think and get something together and see how far i can get. so as of may 10th not only can you expect more e mails, but also, my full time job is going to be...artist!! i have some exhibition spaces lined up, as yet no funding, but i have a few decent looking trees to bark up so i'm just going to take a chance on life and try and achieve my dreams....
watch this space! well, i really hope that spring is bringing you all the same (perhaps unrealistic, mildly idiotic) optimism as myself. i don't think i've ever been happier!
tell me your news, lots of love tamara x x x x
Im ben from a band called drivin south,
I was trying to talk to you the other night at the coronet about maybe supporting you lads sometime. You said send a demo to rough trades but the only thing about that mate is that it never works, you know the usual "got lost in the post syndrome" or basically just not fucking listened to. Theres nothing more that i want than to be heard and as a portsmouth band its so bloody hard. The only thing there is here is sea and the people its washed up with it! All the bands are students that have funding from rich bastard backgrounds and thats not something we have! Give us a hand mate or just a chance to play, and help us find our day!
If you can help mate that would be excellent, all the best and great gig the other night!
ben mowatt
Hi Pete,
do you have any info on stage times for thurs? i dont know if i can go cause i dont wanna be on the streets of London all night
Cheers mate you rock
Dave
May 21st. Smiths/Morrissey Disco - Star and Garter, Manchester (Near Picadilly Station). Last one in March...
Probably not another for a few months....ugh...xxxx
Dear Peter,
I apologise in advance for this pointless email....
I just wanted to thankyou for inspiring me so much. Because of you I have learnt to appreciate poetry and have started to read, but above all I now know where I fit in in the grand scale of things.
I'm sitting my GCSEs in a week and for the first time in aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaages I feel motivated to do well.....just by humming "Don't look back into the sun".
Like I said, a pointless email, and I'm sorry for adding to the list of obssessive fans in your inbox but I just had an urge to let you know.
Thanks again
Amy
hello again everybody. my emails are like buses, you wait forever for one to come along and then 2 come along at once. well lucky you. here is more hilarious news from the heart of tokyo.
today is a beautifully sunny day with an outside chance of rain. the kind of day that throws japanese women all over the country into that quintessentially japanese quandry of "do i take my umbrella to protect my hair, or my my parasol to stop me getting skin cancer?". how wonderful it is to be british sometimes, fearing neither the lobster sunburn nor the frizzy hair.
last week i was leafing through the classifieds in the japan times when i stumbled across and ad looking for fresh gaijin (foreign) faces to do extra acting, modeling, commercials and that kind of thing. so, having seen a great number of foreign faces infinitely uglier than mine advertising this product and that, i decided to give it a try. after all, a little beer money is always going to come in handy. so i arranged an appointment for three days later. in the meantime, i was approached by a guy in the street (who spoke no english) from a different castings agency, looking for foreign models. he gave me the flimsiest business card in all japan, which certainly did not inspire much confidence and i didn't think much about it, just slipped it in my wallet. i visited the first agency and they were really professional, put me on their books and said that they'd contact me about future work. on leaving, i ran into the same guy that had approached me a few days before(in a totally different part of tokyo), who once again offered me his flimsy business card, and urged me to call his agency. thinking what an incredible coincidence it all was, i decided to go to his agency as well. so i called up, and made my way to an area of tokyo i'd never even heard of before. i was met at the station by a young girl and escorted to an office, which in every sense of the word looked like a crack den. i was ushered into a dirty room and told to wait.
sitting on a beaten up chair at on old rickety table whose only adornment was an overflowing ashtray, i surveyed my surroundings and tried to suppress my laughter. the filthy, cigarette stained walls were adorned with a collection of some of the chintziest photos i have ever seen, each in a different cheap gold frame. and the whole place stank of stale cigarettes. then...in strode "the boss". this man was built like a brick shit house, wearing army boots, tight black leather trousers, a black shellsuit jacket, complete with red and yellow fire flames darting up the sleeves. a punch perm and goatee beard, were both bleached to orange-yellow with the black roots now about an inch long. blue contact lenses were worn, and to finish off the look nicely, a set of gold gnashers were proudly displayed whenever he spoke. the words "fasionable" and "castings agent" most certainly did not spring to mind.
he took a seat opposite me, and just to confirm that he, was indeed "the boss" he had the very same two words tattooed on his hand, straddling a celtic cross. he told his name was "BJ", and these letters also could be found on his hand, clearly a useful referrence point for confirming one's name. speaking no english whatsoever, he went on to tell me that he also lived in hollywood, where he was an actor, as well as pro-wrestler. he had a flimsy card to "prove" each of his professions, all of which i accepted gleefully and tucked safely in my wallet. as a wrestler, he goes by the name "blue fire" and as his card will tell you, he is not just any wrestler, but a "proffestonal" wrestler. how very professional!
he walked me through his website, which i have to say was quite good. he then tried to arrange a shoot with me, which i went along with happily, just so as not to ignite the "blue fire" of his temper. eventually i left the building, laughing all the way home. what a day! i'm pretty sure he must have been yakuza (japnese mafia for those of you not in the know), and trust me to find myself in his office!
anyway, that's about all my crazy stories for now. write soon, miss you, lots of love tamara x x xx
Dear Peter,
I apologise in advance for this pointless email....
I just wanted to thankyou for inspiring me so much. Because of you I have learnt to appreciate poetry and have started to read, but above all I now know where I fit in in the grand scale of things.
I'm sitting my GCSEs in a week and for the first time in aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaages I feel motivated to do well.....just by humming "Don't look back into the sun".
Like I said, a pointless email, and I'm sorry for adding to the list of obssessive fans in your inbox but I just had an urge to let you know.
Thanks again
Amy