The Dance Off
It was a dark and stormy night. The parking lot was dimly lit and crowded with cars. Three cowboys, each in their dueling stance, prepared for what could have been the biggest fight in dueling history. As I pondered over whether I should become involved, the dueling music began to play. Long woeful chords filled with sorrow and despair filled the night. I saw the three cowboys, guns drawn, advancing slowly and carefully toward each other, carefully plotting their next move. My eyes widened as one of them, the tallest one, grinned slighty before aiming his gun to fire. BANG!
I shook my head to clear myself from my reverie. The music remained but was somehow different from before. Is this.......Japanese Pop? I shook my head once more. The bouncy, cute waves that filled the air streamed from a tiny boom box affixed on the hood of a car. It most certainly was Japanese Pop and to my horror the dueling cowboys I had imagined were moving in sync to the music. It was a joyful dance of spins and twists with even a kick or two for effect. I had seen things like this with the young folk at my station or in front of the local community center but never had I seen three grown men choreograph for fun a dance and perform it in a pay parking lot. I found myself transfixed for several moments before being able to move on.
I love that instead of fighting and getting into trouble, groups of people get together to dance or go to one of the effervescent karaoke places that are sprinkled throughout fine Tokyo. It's definitely one of the special things about Japan. Well that and Japanese reggae....
posted by Fudocom - Celina @ 2:38 PM
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