Shakuhachi Pilgrimages: Cambodia- finale

Have Flute will travel: Cambodia

It was the last day. The plans had changed some during the evening. We opted to pay for an extended stay at the hotel. Instead of 1:00 pm check out, we went for 4:00pm. The typhoon had fizzled out so the planes were flying. That was not going to be an issue. Our flight was at 9:00pm. we had most of the day to hang out. I had arranged with my driver to pick me up at 12:30, to take me around town. My wife wanted to do something or another then just hang out poolside in the Jacuzzi.

After my morning drills, a light breakfast, my ride came and I was off. The first stop was the Killing fields Memorial. He gave me the story about what happened. I was under a different impression from what I had heard. He gave me the story then let me walk around. I read the posted writings. It was sad. I went around to the Misc statues and bowed in respect and silent prayer. Over in one unit were the bones of those they had recovered. I paid respects there also. Then we left. I had thought of canceling that part of the day at first in the morning because of the time, but I am glad I went. Interesting, and educational. I just was watching a youtube show about the 7 wonders of the Buddhist world. Some of story of Cambodia was included.

 

We next went to a local Buddhist temple. It was old but not like the Stone ones at the paid sections. This small shrine/temple complex also had a new temple being built on the grounds and it was an active temple, with monks there. Nothing spectacular but still interesting.

Next stop was a local made in Cambodia marketplace. We pulled into the parking lot. I thought the place was closed as there were no cars or anything in the lot, not even people. That is other than a few musicians lounging on a raised platform. My driver tells me after I say something about no people, it is lunchtime. Ohh. I said.

When the musicians saw us they sat up and started playing. I looked at them for a small bit. My mind flashed back to my earlier thoughts a few days ago. I had seen no street musicians other than a trio of the same instrumentation at a marketplace the other day. I had thought briefly them about asking to play with them. As were ever I went I had my Shakuhachi. However, I did not follow through on my brief thought at that time. Again I had the thought now should I go up to them???

I was taken over to the entry doors of the main store by my driver and entered. I walked around looking at stuff. I felt uncomfortable. The people here have a habit of following you around the store and jumping on selling anything you touch or look at for more than a moment. It is irksome. In the states that is done more so to make sure people of my color are not going to steal something. I have never had that in Japan. Here it is for a different reason but it still was irksome. I walked through, and I found nothing of real interest to buy at least. In my price range in mind.

I went back outside. My driver was waiting. The musicians sat up and started playing. I listened for a bit. Then walked over and gave a donation. These were not just street musicians they were disabled in some way or another. I bowed and made a motion asking if I could join after pulling out my shakuhachi. They smiled and nodded yes. I tried to play along, but could not quite find the notes. Other than one or two I could not get the tone pattern. The tuning was different. They finished that song. One of the players of a violin type instrument played a note for me to hear and sample. Hmm Ok, I could get that and another. Hmmmm I thought maybe it could work. I asked to take a picture with them. They made a spot for me to sit with them on the platform. I gave my driver the camera and sat. This time I lead the music and they followed. It was better, not perfect, it was rough but ok, different and interesting. I think if we did another take on something it would have been a lot better, but I did not want to stay too long, my time was limited for the day. A few other local people from the next stand came over to see what was going on as we played for a bit, then stopped. They asked a few questions about me of my driver and the shakuhachi. Also, I had on my old kung fu pants. I did not change from my morning Tai Chi set. loose and very comfortable. They had some Chinese symbols on the legs. That was noticed and commented on. My Driver translated. I explained about my background being a Cha’n priest and a Komuso in Japan doing sort of what they do. I showed them a picture of me as a Komuso and gave the one guy who spoke a little English, my card. This little session was the other high point of the trip for me. I bowed and we took off just as a couple of Tuk-tuks pulled up with other tourists.

We made our way through the town and along the river. Interesting views all around. Interesting, but not always pretty. The next stop was at the Imperial gardens and another Temple. This was a mix of Hindu and Buddhist. Cambodia is a very Buddhist country however at one time it was Hindu. There was a big conflict at one time in the past between the two. It was resolved that they could get along. The Angkor Wat building design is a sort of reflection of that past. It foundation design was Hindu in nature. Later the Buddhist influence became more dominant at Angkor Wat. This temple we visited today was mixed, but more in practice than just design. Hindu dominated here though it was a more modern building it leaned more to the Hindu side of Spirituality. A combined worship place. Sort of like how the Buddhist and Shinto con-exit in Japan. Just that here it was the same temple. I walked around a bit here and ended up getting overrun with ladies wanting to sell me scarfs. When I spoke with one, then others seeing that came over. I was surrounded. I politely got away. I told one I would think about it and come back. She got on the cell phone. I walked away. I few minutes later she comes over to where I am, with another price. I speak with her, then others see and again swamp, me. I am ready to buy one, then the others overwhelmed me. I start to get pissed and strongly say NO! One of the women “got it” from my tone and laughed and backed off, as did a couple of others. One keep at it! I made a purchase from the first woman. The other woman is still at it. I ask, are you married? She looks weird and says yes. I say, “you must drive your husband nuts being so pushy”. She goes back into her selling mode. I walk away she follows still talking, I ignore her, and she walks off, to another person.

I go back to my ride and say I had enough for the day. Off we go back to the hotel. I have not yet paid this guy for the two days he drove me around. I ask the price. It comes out to about $28.00. I give him 30.00 it was worth it. If you go to Cambodia, I will give you the hookup for him if you want.

The rest of the day is spent after packing, poolside until dinner. Afterward, we are taken to the airport and it we are off back to Japan.

It was a good and educational trip. My wife really enjoyed the hotel and wants to return. She felt comfortable. Most people spoke English so she could cope. For me once to Cambodia was enough. I would rather go to Taiwan. Even though the hotel was not all that where we stayed, and did not really get to spend any time outside the city, other than the Ch’an monastery. Modern cities are the same, and Taiwan is not poor, but I would rather go back there. I am sure they have some scenic places. The food there was better for me, there is a nightclub I can jam a bit at, there is Kyudo there, there is my Cha’n Shifu, I have local friends. If I could find a Kung Fu Shifu it would be wonderful. Maybe maybe maybe, if the Kyudo seminar turns out to be real thing I can go back. That is a big maybe, almost doubtful due to finances.

Our reality starts with a dream…so we’ll see how the Universe wants me to roll with this…Amitoufo

 

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生活 – so now what…

I had written on my last post we had just had a Typhoon. This weekend, now, we are supposed to be the middle of another. The Force was with us on this one and it turned to rain Havoc on China instead. Even still the winds here are up with stronger gusts. Nothing to be concerned about though. I am doing a bit of blog work, listening to the local drums, it is a holiday weekend. Drums, flutes and those pull or carry floats are out and about. I forget the name I will check it out for later…if I remember…Matsuri.  It really has nothing to do with this post, other than it is what’s happening now. One thing about this Matsutri festival, they go late into the night. One of the main stations is just around the corner. With the drums, chanting, flutes, in my head I am not in Japan, but at a Native American Pow Wow ( tribal gathering). The sounds take me back there…

I will be going off to Kyudo soon as soon as there is a break in the weather, it is raining on and off from the passing typhoon.

Things has been quiet with the bands lately since our last gigs. Band number 3, our job was cancelled due to the Typhoon ( two ago), just got a notice to play in Nov. Band # 1 the drummer is out-of-town and I have not heard anything other than our submission to the Sakai Blues fest. Band #2 no news there either. I expect this means it is time for me to get back to working on a single act, to help support this addiction to play. Really “help to support” is kind of a joke, a lame one. Japan, at least this music life I am in, is not structured for band living support. For Real not as/with a single band, one has to have several items going, several pans on the fire you could say.  Even then still need a regular pay check from somewhere.

So yeah, Pop music life for me here will be from all “signs” purely a hobby. No money to be made, can be fun or a fantasy, not a way to make a living, at least at my level, at my age…even making transportation cost would be a good thing. A blessing!

And speaking of a good thing, –  I will use that as a Segway into  – …my Shakuhachi of which the Komuso aspect is a good thing. It gives me a sense of doing something worthwhile. Not chasing fame or fortune, but a more spiritual goal to my music study by blending Cha’n practice. It gives it all some point, some purpose other than making me feel good. Trying to get that musical orgasms playing. However the band players are not quite that good, and there is no money. So at this time in life, with no real dreams to fill, and the clock winding down on my earth passage, it is important to feel, at least for me, like I am filling a purpose. Making a contribution to easing suffering for someone on some level. Doing it via music is a big plus.

Hands in the dirt…

My summer gardening is for the most part done. I started a few Autumn plants. This year was, I think my most successful in terms of crops. I did not get a lot, but there were several and some variety. That was successful not the volume. I need to find a good organic fertilizer. I am more aware now of what will work. I need to develop a bug repellant formula and some way of applying it. The spray nozzles I have been using clog after a few uses.

I had an interesting time growing cayenne pepper. When it finally starts to grow, after many tries. The peppers did not look like the package picture. I was excepting small, thin and long. These were fat , thick and long. Also they were purple! Not red or green…ehhhh? Now that they are older, the Peppers turn green then red! Wow different! Now I have to let them dry once they are mature. Maybe mid winter or late winter I will finally have my shaker cayenne seasoning. I am thinking of making my own special mix, two kinds of pepper, some pink salt, lemon peel, maybe something else. I will wait for inspiration, I have time. 

Ok what else, boating. After working through a few things with the boat owner from BLISS! I am going to give another shot to a sailing club. I feel like my marine life was taken from me by the boatyard owner who I thought was my friend but now shall remain nameless.

I did go to kyudo after I started writing this post. it was sad. I got really depressed afterward. However…oh well, no one said it was gong to be easy. Going out to Takuhatsu the next day at Osakajo castle was a lift to my spirit. Out from under desire, other than to make a good sounding note, breath, take a step. The day pilgrimage is posted on the Komuso Blog it was a worthwhile day. Not in money terms but in sharing wordless Dharma.  Small blessings can be huge…Amitoufo 

 

 

Jedi – Day 3

In the wake of Jebi – day 3

Into the third day now afterwards, still no power. There is some just a couple of blocks away. By what my wife says, it will be another five days. She is saying the outage is big in this section, pole down or ?

Anyway once leaving these couple of blocks the rest of the world seems normal. I went out last night to band practice, Band #2. It was my first venture into the world since Jebi. There was some damages here and there, but nothing like what pictures I have seen on The Net! The overall damage for us and the hood was minor.
A train station just a couple of stops down from us, burned down! Some places were intense! What a blessing to only have to deal with no power and some minor Fixable damage, and some inconveniences. Nearby, some have no power or water!!
The last couple of days I just made do with things as they are. I practiced and chilled, while being thankful, that is all we had to deal with in our lives.
The sights on the way to the rehearsal location all seemed pretty normal. Coming back home I could tell a deference in the lighting, watching though the window.
I am going back out today soon. The plan, lunch, buy more batteries an a couple more of LED lights, go to Kyudo, go to Band #1 rehearsal.
Tomorrow we have our first real paid gig! Hopefully some people will show up!

Typhoon 21

 

Typhoon 21…the day after

 
Last night after the passing of Jebi the mighty, I just chilled. I really had n choice with no electric. Interesting how much we as modern people rely on it. Without thinking, it is just there. Many times I caught myself thinking, ok, I will just blah blah, nope, no power, or bah blah blah, nope no power.
 
I ate a small dinner of a salad w/cheese, some Seaweed, nuts, wine, bread, maybe something else, on the early side. So I would not have to eat with any of that in the dark. I did on hand a small array of light to see by stuff about the house. I gathered some while there was light. 
 
Also since I still had some light outside, I went out and did some Kyudo Makiwara training. The neighborhood was mostly quiet. The next door guy asked me some things, while I was setting up.
Another neighbor was doing some picking up of trash at her house front driveway. We also chatted a little. We usually do not speak other than konnichiwa. I spoke first and said something about the strong wind. So we did typhoon and damage small talk before continuing what we were doing.
 
I practiced for a while. Makiwara practice has changed for me over the time using do it. Evolve to more than just pull and shoot. Even though it is a external practice form, it is really an internal practice, with an external face. Same as doing Tai Chi, or Sui Zen. Searching for that perfect “feel” with a shot , is seaching for that perfect note tone, I did not practice long, as people were busy cleaning their yards, I felt off not having to clean, just shooting. Not that I did not have house damage but there was nothing in the front for me to do, or could do in the rear, not already done. No one cared , it was just my trip.
 
It was near to dark, and with no street lights shortly it was a good time to call it a wrap. Back on the house I prepared for the coming of darkness. Place a couple of light sources about at key spots. Added batteries to one unit. Opened a bottle of wine, selected a flute readied a spot on the floor, by the open sliding door. It was quite warm and with no fan some ventilation was needed. Several of the neighbors were out in the street talking, like a social meeting. Chatting some laughing. Usually I would not sit where I was to play, with that much activity in front, but …things were different tonight. I had chosen my large Shakuhachi so it was not too loud or easy traveling high pitched. I had a oil lamp next to my music chart, but really just played from memory, and then later just whatever the rain told me. After a while of just going through my song list, it started to rain, quite hard. The streets emptied and became quiet. I could see small lights glow from the house windows. Soon it was only the sound of rain and the breath of my flute in the darkness of night.
 
The next day, today I checked over the full damage as best I could. Still no power, that is a bummer. My balcony garden was a wreak, the roof cover to the balcony had blown off as did the downstairs back extension roof. I am talking about those plastic sheet panels. Real damage was to a section of the house roof where the bathroom is. There were many , well several broken tiles. I am pretty sure this type of repairs are handled by the owner. There are things that we have to fix, but I hope this is not some them. It is structure. Hmmmm we’ll see. If I had a ladder I could do most of the work myself.
 
I am supposed to have a band practice tonight, our only one for this group before our show. Hopefully I can make it. As of yet there is no electric in the are, so no trains. It is noon now, maybe later this afternoon. All I can do is let things work themselves out…Amitoufo

 

 

A musical interlude…

 

A musical interlude…and typhoon break

A typhoon just passed. It was the largest they say in 25 yrs! It was intense. It is the first time since I been here that we lost power. I am writing this powerless on the iPad. Good I have some emergency things on hand. More on this later

Kyudo has been fairly intense on my mind with about two-week to go. I do not feel ready. However there is other to life than kyudo Shinsa. I di have an added pleasure moment at Kyudo, an old classmate from Ca came to shoot with me at the Dojo. It was sort of nice to chat a bit about kyudo in English of a change.
I had my first teaching Japanese boating practical exam class. However that does not go here, it is the “by sea” blog. Nothing really interesting about it. 
Then I had the spot at the Snafkin by the Sea concert. This is my third year doing it and the first year since the Snafkin Master pass away. I was not at all nervous about doing it. I knew many of the others performing. I had one of my favorite keyboard players, backing me and a percussionist he recommended. So I would not use my drum machine. I opted to go with a more organic sound. Also using my acoustic Bass rather than the electric. Even though the keyboard was electric, the overall sound was different from my regular “live house” sound.
I had a music plan of three songs. I have been working on this idea of doing Summertime, with the shakuhachi and my friend playing Shamisen. Also I would sing a version in English she would do one in Japanese. We had one practice session, but she did not play shamisen, she wanted to work on the vocal. Sigh… it went well. It sounded as I wanted. My next two songs, just the percussionist, keyboard and me. A small club warm sound, bluzy, and jazzy, with a touch of funk.
Day of the show, there was some talk of rain, but other than being hot it was clear. There was not a lot of people but some, plus folks walking by up and down the beach. It was going to be long day. I was to go on at 12:20, and wait around for the ending to do a group song together at 5:00. Sigh…ok agreed as it was sort of a memorial for the late club master.
I had a fairly large breakfast and did not except to eat again until dinner. There would be no food there I could eat. I took along a small terms bottle with some ice water and a shot or two of Shochu. At the show I added some French Orange soda. I had a pretty good drink to sip on during the day.
The show went pretty good. I was really disappointed my friend did not play shamisen much very little and very soft. I had a feeling when she was ready to not play at all when she thought we did not have enough mics. I know now not to ask he again to play. She I not comfortable. E
Ben th ugh she plays a lot with her group and singing Okinawa songs. I think she feels it is too complex with my style. Anyway I will need to find another player if I want to use that sound live. I can always track It into my looper myself for solo work.
The song we did “Summertime” went pretty good. People liked it. I had trouble playing my Shakuhachi! It was a struggle at times. My mouth was dry, the wind was blowing. The wind can interfere with blowing across the flute. Between the two I missed getting notes out, but, I do not think many , if any could tell sometimes the shakuhachi has a very breathy sound. Also I know how to cover well, and just kelp on going like it is supposed to be that way. I played the vid, someone made of the song, for sensei. He said you did well because you are a musician. He also recommended that I should get a different Shakuhachi for this playing. I was using my traditional one, which is not made for the type of playing I did. 

The other two songs, went better, I was more in my element and warmed up at this point. Here are a couple of links if interested in samples.

Here my train Coming ( full version)

Summertime ( cut )

If you want me to stay ( cut )

Next up this is a busy week. I have two different gigs with two different bands. Really only somewhat different. The keyboard player and I play together in other bands. We are both doing songs we already mostly know. I am trying something a little different with one band, but not that far off from what the band sound is, but still added my sound “mark”. It will be fun. I have practice then week with both bands. This is how professional minded players do, they want to practice and sound good, not just have fun.
Then…I have a week to really focus on Kyudo. I am pretty set on using the Bamboo bow. As for me, I am still not feeling ready. However I will do my best. That is all one can ever do. If it does not work, and get knocked down. Then stand again, and get stronger…yosh!
The typhoon…
It has passéd on as I write this. It sort of feels like a disaster area. People are out on my street, the few that are here, talking. Sirens going off in the back ground. Someone making pubic announcements, which I can not understand. Sort of weird feeling. I see nor hear anyone from my hood in a panic or packing to leaving, so I will just chill. There are no lights, I have some battery-powered lights and a charge on my phone, and a laptop. I will do stuff until dark, practice some then. Watch a movie on the laptop, with a glass of wine then go to bed. Then deal with aftermath tomorrow morning, then maybe go to Kyudo…Amitoufo