I'll explain what you have to do.
Earn the first row, possibly in front of Makoto Kawabata's amplifier, close your stupid eyes, untie your hair (please, feel entirely each of your hair, coming down from the root to your chicks), bow to the music, head bang horizontally, listen to the caress of the trip through your own hair and get hypnotised by Acid Mothers Temple & The Melting Paraiso U.F.O.
…When you'll slowly wake up from such a trip, you won't believe the only thing you made was to stand in front of a stage.
Know first who eventually will see you will think you're having the longest orgasm ever – get ready to the consequences. Well, or don't. Who mind, perhaps you're having the longest orgasm ever!
Anyway, although I was enjoying the concert in trance, my stupid eyes wanted their slice once again…
|again Hiroshi Higashi|
I usually don't post this type of photographic memories, but for this special night I do like to make exception to show I joined Koji's real job: taking a picture with a lady every concert.
|Koji Shimura with me|
So, here these other exceptions, thanks to Luc Pilmeyer, who photographed this unexpected dance during the middle of the dinner we had together after the concert, in a Greek restaurant.
|me and Daevid Allen|
photograph by Luc Pilmeyer
|Daevid Allen and me|
photograph by Pilmeyer Luc
By the way, I'm very serious saying you shouldn't cut your hair.
Guess why during the Vietnam War special forces recruited Native Americans and, lately, decided to let them keep their long hair. Just guess it.