In November 2015, I went to Tokyo for the first time and I learnt two things. First, that there is a limit to how much sushi you can eat before your organs rebel against your body, and second, Japan is the holy land for socially inept geeks, a.k.a. the majority of record collectors. As a socially inept geek, I had found my true home. On the plane back to England, I was already planning when I could return and rescue the dozens of records I had to leave behind in the racks due to baggage constraints. Thankfully, 18 months later and I was back on the plane, ready again to plunder the loot of the land of the rising sun.
This trip would not only take me back to Tokyo, but on to Kyoto and Osaka. After a long, cramped flight and an unforgettable experience (in the same way that having your finger nails pulled out with tweezers is an unforgettable experience) in a capsule hotel, my first base camp of the trip was established and I fired up Google Maps to pinpoint the best record shops in Tokyo. Continue reading “MUSIC GET! Searching for sounds in Japan”