Sunday, October 15, 2006

Square Bashing

Akabane town square is home to some of the most piss-poor street performers I have ever seen. They make the “standing-very-still” twats in Covent Garden look like Cirque du Soleil.

My favourite was the man who was treating morning commuters to what I can only describe as a song and dance routine.

He was dressed in lemon dungarees and accompanied his indecipherable warbling with a series of dance moves based on a 1980s Soviet gymnastic routine - all robotic arm movements, star jumps and stiff-limbed “balances”. In his hand he held a small plastic maraca which fizzed noisily with each diagonal slash of his windmilling arm.

People ignored him. I think he was a bit special.

However, the week after, the town square was home to these Taiko drummers. And it was bloody fabulous.

You don’t realise how loud these thing are; you can feel it inside your chest. Without wanting to resort to sappy clichés, the almost primal beating and accompanying war-like roars from the drummers instantly conjure up images of invading oriental hordes, rain-soaked samurai battles and mystic temples showered by sheets of arrows. A real Akira Kurosawa moment.

These were only kids as well. I’d love to see this done properly.

Incidentally, that day, Dungaree Maraca Man was not in sight.


giacomo said...

He felt shame.

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