kabuki

"Are you American?"
"No. I'm Indonesian."
Weird. Do I look like American?

Even more weird when I found out that those who asked me that question were American. I met them in the front of Kabuki theater, when I asked one of them to take me picture as I went down town alone today. That ojiisan (again) sent me Kabuki ticket as he regret my absence on his invitation to come to the Kabuki performance two months ago. Sumo and kabuki are the must-see-Japanese-cultures, I remember he said last time, so that when I received his typical -Japanese style- letter, I know I should put this as high priority.

Kabuki is Japanese traditional drama, dance, and music, that was originally well known in Edo period. All of the actors are men and they will dress up as woman based on the play. The performance ran for four hours, three parts. I could not help keeping my eyes opened in the first two parts because their Japanese were hard to catch and they talked really slow. And the music from koto (Japanese traditional zither) just made my attempts to keep paying attention to the play useless. The last part, fortunately I still had enough spirit to stay there, was the best. No conversations. Just dance and music.The dance arrangement and the stage layout suited each other. the music was more lively with shamisen (Japanese traditional guitar), small taiko (Japanese drum), and song.

Awesome.

Today was just really special. I took the wrong subway to go to the Kabuki theater. Although it was still fine since I still could find station to transfer to the final line to get there --I need to transfer line twice normally but today was only once, I had to pay twice higher because I took the subway from different company. So for those who will experience taking Namboku line or Mita line from Meguro station, be careful as both of them run in the same railway! Meguro station is far smaller than Shinjuku or Shibuya station, but today was the third problems I ever had in this station.

I was wondering whether Tokyo hit zero degree celcius again tonight. It was so cold that it hurt my nails when I was walking down the hill --ya, it is kind of hill from the Fujigaoka station to my dorm. Funny. I found one glove (only one, not a pair) on the way --that was almost surprised me, and one shoe (again, only one, not a pair of shoes) few minutes after.

Anyway. Weekend ends.
Time to go to bed.
To transfer my day dreaming to the real night dreaming :p


*Pics: the Kabuki theather I went today