Finally got my ride on a Shinkansen (the Bullet Train). It fells pretty much like any other train, you are just moving fast. Maki advised me to get a window seat on the left side so I could see Mt. Fuji. I did, but I didn't see Fuji. If I saw Fuji, I didn't recognize it. I did fall asleep a couple of times; that might explain it. So I have been here almost three months and haven't seen Mt. Fuji. Maybe that is not acceptable; maybe I'll have to do something about it.
This is Mark Rappaport and his wife Michiyo Yagi. Mark organized the concert I am playing tonight with his wife and drummer Nori Tanaka. We will also probably be joined by a renowned bassist, who doesn't deal with function too much. Amen to that! After our meeting/rehearsal, Mark and I went to a French/Basque restaurant that specializes in pork. Blessed be the pig.
|Warm jellied head meat.|
|"Graisseseron de porc." Neck bone meat pate.|
|Breaded trotter with French mustard. Mine.|
|The trotter split.|
|Pork leg confit.|