SOUNDTRACK: KAWABATA MAKOTO [河端一]-Mizu Naranu Ao Ni Sae [水ならぬ青にさへ] (1998).
Recently, Kawabata Makoto [河端一], mastermind behind Acid Mothers Temple, revealed a new bandcamp site for some newer solo recordings.
This album is more along the lines of what you might expect from Kawabata Makoto: electric guitar solos from 1998.
Dazzling music for the temporal world, overflowing with a sense of pellucidity totally different from his work with Musica Transonic.
The album has two songs.
The first is “Mai Sagarisi Negai [舞い下がりし願ひ] (16:38). . It is loops of guitar noises and feedback. It’s not a lot of guitar “playing” but more like guitar experimenting.
“Amou No Shibuki [天生の水沫] (17:59) is different. It features ringing, chiming guitars and sounds like he has something metallic resting on the strings to keep everything vibrating. This one is more spacey.
[READ: June 13, 2020] “Pursuit as Happiness”
I haven’t read a ton of Ernest Hemingway. Honestly, his stories of hunting and boxing and whatever other masculine things he was up to while somehow also being a sissy writer never appealed to me.
This is the story of the pursuit, capture and slaughter of marlins. Now frankly, I think a marlin is about the coolest thing in the ocean. And while it may be very manly to wrestle one in with just a fishing line, it sure seems like a waste of a beautiful fish.
So Ernest (for the narrator’s name is Ernest Hemingway) and the captain of the boat he was on fished off of Cuba for a month. They caught twenty-five but that wasn’t enough, so they went back for more.
Before they left, they went into port and drank (a man’s drink is apparently frozen daiquiri without sugar). But their motto was N.S.L.–no social life–as the beautiful women hit on these studs.
The captain wanted to make sure that Ernest could wake up early, write stories about catching marlins and still be in shape to “fish big fish that can run over a thousand pounds.”
The rest of the story is Ernest’s four hour plus struggle with a huge marlin. It’s not terribly gruesome since the fish is underwater. Most of the abuse goes to Ernest. And his fishing rod which after a while “bent like a full drawn bow, bit now when I lifted it, did not straighten out as it should.”
The biggest concern is that if the marlin “decided to go down now to die we’d never get him up.”
I was surprised to read that Ernest didn’t actually manage to haul it in, although the fault was not his own, of course.
But that didn’t mean he was going to give up.
It doesn’t actually say when this was written. I should probably do diligence and find out, but nah.
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