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About Nagoya

Ssss—split mind, see? Love the hustle, hate the stench. One time, this lass—Mary, maybe?—she sings soft, like wind in “New World.” Calms me, precious—happy tears, almost! Then some drunk tosser yells, ruins it—fury, oh fury! Wanted to claw his eyes, yesss. Brothel’s a mess, mate—folk screwin’, fightin’, laughin’. Like savages dancin’ round fire, innit?

荒木 経惟 / Nobuyoshi Araki

After lunch, I’m feeling good. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?” I duck into a convenience store on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed with people. Everyone’s just standing there, looking miserable. I’m thinking, “Welcome to Midori, where the weather hates you!”

Midori protégé Nathan Meltzer on Evening Concert