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nopperabounet · 4 years

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Fish Tank 95 Interview with Imai Hisashi Reporter: Okubo Yuka Translation: Lola

How did you spend New Year's?

I spent it at home, and ordered in traditional New Year's food from my friend's restaurant. That's about it.

Looking back on "THE DAY IN QUESTION 2019" tour, was there anything that left an impression on you?

I've forgotten by now . . . . . but I was happy to do it. Because we started in Gunma . . . . . . you know, I feel like nothing's changed from last time, I'll just end up saying the same thing as before.

Right *smiles*. Since nothing really changed before or after, why don't you tell me about the image you were left with when it was over?

Sure. Well, I was glad it was rousing for people.

I found your guitar playing especially impressive, like your arrangement for "Hamushi no you ni".

Ah, well I did change it.

Afterwards I went home and listened to the CD again, then re-watched the live again, and the arrangement really is completely different. It was incredible.

I'm glad. See because there's nothing really special about the guitar in the album version, so for the live version I was free to put in all the noise I wanted right, so when I was practicing before going on stage I knew I wanted to try some things out, and then suddenly when I tried that phrase out it was like, "Oh! That's pretty damned good!"

You ended up using your new sound effectors too for the live right?

I did. I wouldn't have been able to do the intro for "Datenshi" otherwise.

It was your first time performing "Datenshi" live during this tour so how did you find it?

I wondered how the audience would react to it, but I think they enjoyed it. I think it went well.

I know we even talked about this a little bit afterwards, but I was happy with the new arrangement of "SILENT NIGHT".

Up till now we've never really done "SILENT NIGHT" with clicks in it but then I get this request from Hide, "Can you get Yoko-chan to do some synchronization for me?" So then I'm rushing to Yoko-chan . . . . . . "Sweet Yoko~ please~" I was super nervous about it but it turned out well.

Yokoyama: Pff, except there was no calling me sweet Yoko *smiles*.

*smiles* Any incidents happen during the tour?

Oh . . . . . .I pulled a muscle in my finger.

You've continued the trend from Makuhari then *smiles*. For the five performances you did, each time the set list was a little different right?

We changed the set lists while we were doing them you know. Even while we were rehearsing for the actual shows we'd try different things out, and then we wanted to try doing those things on stage. That's how it was for our performance of "New World" in Takasaki. Then for the last show we added one more song. I said it'd be good to play "Aku no Hana" and "Dress".

In the previous issue when we talked about this, you said you had suggested "Iconoclasm" as well but it didn't end up getting used.

Yeah, that's just how it goes sometimes, ultimately we can't do everything.

Going back to what we were just talking about with "SILENT NIGHT", pairing it with "Snow white" to create a winter section to the show was impressive.

Right before "Snow white" starts, I was about to play guitar a little. But then I didn't end up playing anything for about a minute. Then I ended up kinda butchering "Let it Go" from "Frozen".

What? You did this in Yoyogi?

Yeah, in Yoyogi. I mean I played it but it came out kinda harsh because of the effector I was using so I doubt anyone even knew I was playing it.

I had absolutely no idea. Would I see it if I re-watched the WOWOW stream?

Moreover, usually if I'm using an effector for a sound I adjust the settings to get the feeling right for the song, but I hadn't done that this time. So it just didn't work out.

So you hadn't planned on doing it?

No. It just happened that the day of the show I thought it'd be good to try the effector out for the sound, and then it didn't come out as I thought. I was like, "Huh?" *smiles*

Well now I have to re-watch it on WOWOW. . . . . .

Well, I doubt you'll notice *smiles*. Even though I'm the one playing it I have a hard time noticing it. So I don't think anyone will get it.

I'll just try to be extra attentive when I watch it. Before "SILENT NIGHT" were you playing John Lennon's "Happy Christmas"?

I hadn't intended on playing John Lennon. But as I was playing it I did have that thought, "Hey, this is John Lennon's song" *smiles*. But it wasn't his melody though.

You don't think so? OK *smiles*.

Hm? Oh, but did you know I played "Oshougetsu[1]" for "LOVE ME"?

Yes. I absolutely knew that was "Oshougetsu". What did it feel like for you, to be looking out from the stage your first time playing in Yoyogi Stadium?

It's sooooooooo long. Because of how far the hall goes I was a little worried about the sound you know since I wasn't using an ear monitor. Kinda like with Makuhari, I was worried that the length of the hall would end up making the sound terrible and I didn't want that, but I wasn't super anxious or anything. I'm glad it was able to sound OK.

Yagami-san told me he was nervous because the hall was so big, but what about you Imai-san?

Anii's always saying that. "I'm so nervous!" I mean of course I thought it looked different because it's not Budoukan, it's bigger. And I wondered if people in the back would see properly.

This year the final performance was on December 29th, when it was announced that you would do another show in Budoukan this year there were shouts of joy and I wondered whether people thought Budoukan was better or not but either way, I think they have a soft spot for it as a place.

Because we've already played there so many times. It's just easier for us, and easier to see too I think.

You also announced the release of a new album in summer, which you've only just begun recording for but, did you start working on songs again starting with the new year?

No, I didn't start right away. It's been since about February, I guess.

Has your song writing been going smoothly?

More or less. For starters I have five songs. I'd like to write two or three more. Because I want to have about thirteen songs on the album as usual. They're quite enthralling. I hope you're all looking forward to it.

You posted on your instagram about the album's theme, but you just posted a hashtag with blank circles.

Yup, seven characters. Because I can't say it yet.

Are those seven characters in hiragana or is it seven letters from the alphabet?

It's not letters from the alphabet.

You got a lot of responses from the fans about it didn't you? Did any of them guess it correctly?

Nope, no one.

Yagami-san told me that after hearing your songs and the impression it left on him, he guessed it might be something like "げんてんかいき[2]". Because that's seven characters.

That's not it either.

It's not? When you were working on "Datenshi", you said the keywords were "veering from the norm" but will you be moving away from that to something different with the album?

Look if I end up saying things like "it veers from the norm" or it's electro or it's alternative then what happens is that I end up stuck on that when I'm working on it because it's in my head, and I hate that. So instead I'll just say I want to make something good.

I'm looking forward to it. Before the album comes out, you announced that you will be doing a Fan Club and Mobile members only tour in May[3]. I imagine you haven't thought about a set list yet, but what sort of tour do you think it will be?

I have no idea. It hasn't even really crossed my mind *smiles*.

Well then would you please offer a message to everyone looking forward to the lives?

I want to do something fun and awesome again, so please, you have to come and have fun with us.

[1] "Oshougetsu" is a traditional Japanese New Year's song.

[2] Pronounced, "Gentenkaiki", this translates into "Going back to the start". I left it in Japanese because obviously in English it's not seven characters. Also . . . an interesting note about 'kaiki' is that it sort of implies that the cycle of returning is eternal.

[3] Regrettably this tour ended up being postponed due to the Covid-19 pandemic. Please follow BUCK-TICK's official site for further information and updates.

#buck tick #buck-tick #Imai Hisashi

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jishwatylrandtop · 7 years

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Rising Sun Part 4--A Josh Dun Imagine

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Here’s part 4. I’m so excited to continue this series. I hope you enjoy.

TW: Non-consenual sexual content, panic attacks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Your POV)

It had been two weeks since you had seen Josh, and it was the worst two weeks of your life. Sure, you and him had texted whenever you could, but tour life was busy meaning that texting was actually 15 minutes of conversation followed by hours of silence. You couldn’t complain because it was 15 more than what you would have had had he not showed up at the music store. Still, you wished you had had more time together instead of having him pulled from your grasp with little warning.

Currently, you were spending your last three hours at the shop so you spent that time reorganizing records and CDs and cleaning up the store. Your phone buzzed on the counter indicating a text, and you quickly climbed down from your stool that you were using to dust off a shelf to grab your phone. Drummer Boy <3: y/n I’m flying into LAX tomorrow, and I would like to come visit you soon. Does next week sound okay? Maybe we could go on a proper date ;) You: Sounds amazing Drummer Boy ;) I would love to see you again. I’ve been so bored with nothing but work I could use a night out. I’ll see you next week. xx

You smiled at your phone. Josh always made you feel a little better. Sighing, you put your phone back on the shelf under the counter, and continued your work. It wasn’t an exciting job nor was it one you had been hoping for, but it paid the bills and kept you fed, so that’s all that mattered. Truth was, you were a photographer. Whenever you were free, you would hike or drive to wherever you could get cool shots and scenic views, but you hit a dead end after college and found yourself unable to finds jobs in that field, so you sucked it up and got hired here.

Half hour til closing, and the place was deserted. You sighed, and began preparing for closing by sweeping the floor, locking down the register, and replacing everything that had been moved throughout the day. At 9:00, you picked up your bags from the back room, grabbed your phone, locked the doors, and started the twenty minute journey back to your apartment. You got into your apartment exactly twenty two minutes later, heated up some left over mac and cheese, showered, and collapsed into bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up to your alarm, and prepared for your work day. Luckily, it was Friday meaning it was your boss’ weekly poker night, so you could leave at 7:00 instead of 9:00. It was a small mercy considering your boss, and most of his douche bag friends, would be around all day harassing and groping you as much as possible, but you were able to handle it. You got dressed in your short black skater skirt, dark blue low v-neck tank top, and black stilettos. After grabbing a pack of pop-tarts, you made your way out of the apartment and headed toward the store.

Work was crazy. It seemed like the entire city needed something from the store, and since your coworker couldn’t come in, you were stuck dealing with the whole mess by yourself. You spent the day running all over the store to get supplies and help customers. You swear if one more person came in and asked for your assistance with finding a record in the alphabetized rows you were going to kick someone.

Luckily at 6:30 the final customers seemed to leave, and you were able to start closing. You miraculously got the whole storefront cleaned up in fifteen minutes. Deciding you’ve had enough, you walk to the back room to let your boss know that you were leaving. You found your way to the back room, calmly walking in. “Damien, there’s fifteen minutes left in my shift, but no one’s here and I’ve already closed everything down. Do you mind if I go home? It’s uh..it’s been a long day.” He stood up from the couch approaching you with a look on his face similar to that of a predator. Darkened eyes raked up and down your body making you uncomfortably shift. “Damien, please may I go?” ********TW************ “No y/n!” He grabbed your arms and pinned you against the wall. Fear ran through you. You didn’t know what he was going to do, but the situation sent off warning bells inside your head. “I don’t appreciate you abusing my kindness while I get nothing in return.” He licked his lips again. “You prance around in that short skirt all day long, and tease me with that top and those heels.” You struggled, trying to free your arms from his hold, but it was useless. “It’s time for you to repay me for everything I’ve given you, you little slut. You continued to fight, hoping to free any body part from his weight, and you were so distracted that you didn’t hear the bell above the front door ring. “Get off me Damien! Get off me now!” You began to sob. “Please, Damien, I don’t want this.” He trapped your wrists above your head with one while his other moved its way down your body eventually slipping under your skirt. “I’m going to make you feel good, whore, and you’re going to like it.” You squeezed your eyes shut as he sucked on your neck and began to shove his pants down. Suddenly, his weight is gone, and you crumble the floor. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to see Josh landing a few punches on Damien’s face while Damien’s is pinned against the wall next to your. Damien may be strong, but he has nothing on the drummer “Josh” it comes out as a whimper, so you try again. “Josh!” He turns his head and meets your eyes, instantly dropping Damien to the floor. He turns around and faces Damien again. **********end of tw********** “If you ever come near her again I will personally rip every limb from your body.” He turns to the rest of the room, anger rolling off him in waves. “That goes for any of you!” Josh turns back to where you’re curled into a ball against the wall breathing heavily and shaking. He bends down afraid to touch you after what just happened. “Y/n?” You meet his eyes. “I need to get you home. Can I touch you?” After a moments hesitation, you nod. “Good. Can I pick you up?” You nod again, and you’re swiftly lifted off the floor into his arms. He grabs your stuff, puts everything in your bag, places the bag over his shoulder, and carries you out to the rental car.

(Josh’s POV)

I was furious. I wanted to turn the car back around and beat the fucker senseless. I was glad I decided to fly immediately here and go directly to the music store otherwise nobody would’ve hear y/n screaming. I heard a small sniffle come from the passenger's seat. Y/n sat with her head against the window, still curled into a ball with silent tears down her face. Her only movement was to point directions to me.

When we arrived at her apartment building, she didn’t move. “Y/n?” She jumped, eyes wide. “Y/n it’s just Josh. We’re at your building which apartment is yours?” She held up three fingers, followed by one, followed by five. “Apartment 315?” She gave a curt nod. “Can I carry you again?” She hesitated but nodded anyway. After carrying her bridal style to her apartment and patiently waiting for her to dig the key out, I gently laid her on the couch where she curled back into the fetal position and stared at the floor. I walked to the kitchen, and after rummaging through her cupboards decided to make some tea.

When it was finished, I made my way back to the living room. After sitting the mugs down on the coffee table, I sit myself on the opposite end of the couch. Y/n sits up and moves her head to my lap. My fingers find her hair and softly thread through her hair. It was twenty minutes of silence before she spoke. “Thank you.” After getting over the initial shock, I smile down at her, and she gives a small smile back. “There’s no need to thank me y/n. I’m upset I didn’t get there sooner.” “Drummer boy, weren’t even supposed to be here until next week. It could’ve been a lot worse had you not been there. Why are you even here? Don’t get me wrong I’m thrilled especially after what just happened, but you were supposed to be a week?” “I missed you a lot y/n. We just met, and then we didn’t see each other for months. I couldn’t stand it, so as soon as I landed in LA I booked a flight here. I wanted it to be a surprise so....uh.. Surprise!” She chuckled, and curled into my side.

(Your POV)

You and Josh spent a few more minutes catching up which helped you to calm down and relax. You were safe with Josh. He wouldn’t ever hurt a fly let alone hurt you, so you relaxed and talked and laughed for a few minutes. After thirty minutes of talking, you stood up and made your way to the kitchen to make some dinner. Josh offered to help, but you shooed him out. He began to wander around your apartment while you began dinner. “Y/n?” You hummed in affirmation to let him know you were listening. “These photographs on your wall are spectacular. Whose are they? I’ve never seen anything like it.” “Oh..uh.. they’re mine actually.” He wandered back into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. “You’re a photographer?” “Uh yeah. I started in high school, and majored in visual arts in college, but never could find a job after I graduated, so it’s just a hobby now.” You shrugged and continued to make dinner. “You’ve got real talent, y/n.” You blushed. “I’m serious..” He was cut off by his phone ringing. “Oh that’s Tyler I should really get this.” He apologized a few times before walking to the back of the apartment to take the call. You finished the meal and set it on the table. Josh returned a few minutes later. “Grilled cheese?” He chuckled. “I know it’s not fancy, but I’m due for a grocery run, and I didn’t want to wait to long.” “Grilled cheese is wonderful. Thanks y/n.” You smiled and took a bite, finally happy to be getting food.

You and Josh ate in comfortable silence. When you both finished and the dishes were done, you both made your way to the couch. You spent hours alternating between conversation and silence. At one point, Josh broke the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two of you after a particularly hilarious debate about aliens and space. “So I don’t want you going back to that music store y/n. Not after what that bastard did.” You could sense his anger breaking through the surface, so you placed a hand on his knee and rubbed soothing circles. Instantly relaxing, he continued “So when I was on the phone with Ty earlier I mentioned your photography.” You gave him a skeptical look. “I even sent some pictures, and it turns out our photographer Brad was looking for a second person to help him out. I mean he’s only one man, he can only cover so much of the venue at a time and..” “Slow down. Breathe. What does this mean.” “Come on tour with me.” He looked into your eyes. His were filled with so much hope that you had to look away. “Are you serious?” “I’m totally serious y/n. I know that it’s a scary thought, but I missed you so much when I was gone. I want you there with me. Plus you can be out of that crappy store and pursuing your dream. Come on, y/n. Please?” You hated to admit that he was right. You hated the shop, you hated Damien, you missed photography, and you would be with Josh. “Okay” “Really?” “Definitely.” “Awesome.” He looked at the clock. “It’s three am you should go to sleep, and I should get back to my hotel.” “Josh. Stay.” He smiled, all dimpled and squinty. “Of course.”

You went to sleep that night wrapped in Josh’s strong arms and pressed against his chest. There was nowhere else that felt like home.

#josh dun imagine #josh dun x reader #twenty one pilots #21p #rising sun #more to come

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rilenerocks · 4 years

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I have a podcast library on my phone. It’s a mix of politics and current events, personal stories and interview shows. On occasion, I listen to one. A lot of people I know, my kids included, listen to them almost every day. And I don’t think it’s just a generational thing. My peers recommend what they think are good, or even essential podcasts to me, on a frequent basis. I just can’t seem to get with the program. I feel like I might be missing a lot. But my head is stuffed with thoughts all the time. And I read constantly. How many more voices do I need – that is, ones who are speaking? When Michael and I took long road trips, we primarily listened to music, but changed things up by adding in history books or humor. I remember a number of our choices which were really great when you were driving on a two week long trip.

Title: Mornings on Horseback Author: David Mccullough, DAVID MC CULLOUGH Binding: Paperback ISBN: 9780671447540 Publisher: Simon & Schuster Published Date: 2003 448 pages. Top back corner of cover and page block bumped. Back cover creased.

But interestingly, music was always our first choice. Whoever was driving got to choose whether we’d listen to a random playlist or specific artists off the iPod. The passenger usually read or just enjoyed the passing scenery. Often we were silent for hours, drifting along in the comfortable rhythm of us and whatever was playing.

Back then there were still CD players in cars. Last year, I rented a car for a lengthy trip to the East Coast which was a mom-son deal. I spent a lot of time at the library, choosing a widely varying selection of books on CD, figuring we’d take turns picking genres. Imagine my surprise when the brand-new car was player-less. I guess everything’s on Audible or Sirius radio or whatever. Miraculously, the first generation 30-gig IPod that was loaded with 2500 songs from Michael’s iTunes was picked up by the sophisticated technology of the car so we had good music.

During this quarantine time, I’ve been spending as many hours as I can, weather permitting, outside in my garden. The work out there is endless, my attempt to create a beautiful habitat and natural space while dueling with the weeds and the uninvited creatures who laugh at my efforts to contain them. At least I think they’re laughing – I know I would be if I was one of them. As the line from Jurassic Park goes, “life finds a way.” When I’m out there, I have earbuds in and I’m listening to Pandora, usually set to random play. I like to hear old favorites and am also happy to hear something new. I’ve been led to hearing new artists and feel like I’m not getting totally stale as I age. One of the things that really annoyed me about my in-laws was that they called big band music from their youth “our music.” I thought then and still do, that having one small segment of all the art that was available in your life, define who you were forever, was not a good thing. I still feel that way. So here are some of my station choices on Pandora. I don’t include classical music or my new age options on these as I prefer those as my indoor nighttime sounds.

I get a lot of variety out of these. The music keeps me moving and sometimes I just have to stop and dance. Having let go of caring what I look like as I’m enjoying myself is a plus during these episodes. The only time things get a little weird is when I’m working in the front yard and can’t hear when I’m being greeted by a neighbor. Or when someone is trying to get by me on the sidewalk which I’m dominating with my moves. But here’s the thing that’s been driving me a little nuts in this already bizarre time. When I hear a song from long ago, my mind prepares itself for the next cut on the album. And of course, that doesn’t play. I still have so many whole records tucked away in my brain. I’m sure there’s not a single Beatles album I couldn’t sing by heart. Those are still going strong in my memory as I inch closer to the end of my seventh decade on this planet. I think I heard my first Beatles song when I was twelve in 1963. Lucky for me, I was ahead of their curve because of having a penpal from Liverpool in 1962, when she told me about a “boss” local band called the Silver Beetles. That’s a real thing – you can look it up. Anyway, back to the albums. I know vinyl album collecting is again a “thing” in the music world. Just months before he died, Michael sold our massive collection to an independent store in St. Louis. I miss the album covers,the feel of them and the sorting of them, in our house in alphabetical order by artist, not genre. But they took up a lot of room, our kids didn’t need them and his expert knowledge was necessary for the sale. I still have a few here and I also have a turntable. Perhaps that’ll be a collector’s item some day. I even have a machine that converts vinyl into CD’s but in today’s world that’s a technological dinosaur.

I still have my Beatles CD’s, classical CD’s, Michael’s Grateful Dead collections, his house favorites compilations and many more. A tiny portion of the amount he amassed in 27 years of being in the music business before becoming a teacher. But it’s still plenty and I’m not ready to part with them. In the past few days, as I’ve been mulling over my daily choices, music, podcasts, reading and other ways to stay busy and relatively sane, I zeroed in on my early years with Michael, when our lives were low key and we could spend hours lying around together, listening to albums and just staring at each other in amazement at our good fortune at finding each other. Some who know me well would have doubts about my ability to spend hours without saying a word. At least one that was anything other than vocalized. But I was actually talking to Michael with my mouth shut, as he was to me. May is my hard month – in a few days my birthday will be here, while my wedding anniversary is already gone. Then it will be three years since Michael’s death. So hard to assimilate when he’s still so alive to me. And so polite of him to not die on my birthday which would’ve been just awful. So. I was thinking of all that music and those tunes which roll through my mind every time I hear one of them from Pandora, waiting for the next one. Those albums still fill me with the same thrills they did back in the day. So here’s a selection of some memorable ones. There are just too many choose from.

Some other day, I’ll talk about the ones that caused total melting for a lifetime. I’m going to stop thinking about this topic for now.

About the Music I have a podcast library on my phone. It’s a mix of politics and current events, personal stories and interview shows.

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