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Last night I went to a brass band concert in Ota. Possibly the worst one I have ever attended, save junior high. Even the soloists weren't that great. The french horn player kept missing nots, and the clarinet kept squeeking. And to tope it off, there were THREE encores. I thought the night would never end. But it wasn't terrible and it was good to be out. The ride home on the train was adventurous. I think I saw every walk of Japanese life. There were the men in black suits carrying presents from the wedding party they had attended. There were the highschool kids in uniforms talking on their cell phones. The nightclub girls with 6-inch clog heals (that sound like a horse trotting when they walk) in skimpy, tight outfits doing their makeup and talking about the gaijin on the train. there were the want-to-be Japanese kids dressed up in every popular expensive American clothing imaginable, wearing wool hats and worn out jeans that were 5 inches too long. They were smoking cigaretts and talking really loudly. Then I had the extra bonus of seeing the dregs of society. These kids caused a notable change in the attitudes of everyone on the train. Some people actually went to a different car to get away from these kids. These were outcasts of such caliber that I am not even sure that Joe would hang out with them (sorry Joe). Most of them were wearing leather and combat fatigue. SOme had body piercings that seemed to have gone wrong (lips, tongue, etc.). They were the worst looking lip rins, etc. that I have ever seen. Many looked like they hadn't showered in a while. Some had their hair greased into wild positions. Some were wearing some sort of metal chain type things. One guy was wearing a pair of pants that looked like fatigues from far away, but at closer inspection, were actually plaid. I think they might have been an overalls outfit or something because the pant legs looked like they were sonnected together. He seemed to have a bit ouf trouble walking. They were very loud and were singing songs. They got off at my stop and some of the highschool girls who also got off ran as fast as they couldd. I guess the natives don't particularly like these kids. they never gave me a second glance, and I am happy for that. So that was my night.
Valerie
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