Isabelle Uji Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

A Trip To Uji

Uji spins a hypnotic spell of sounds on debut solo release; “Alborada”. “Alborada” pays homage to the moment where the darkness and the mysteries of night.

Now, it’s lunchtime, and I’m starving. I head to this little spot near the Uji River. The view is stunning! Cherry blossoms everywhere. I order some yudofu, and it’s like heaven on a plate. I’m munching away, and I can’t help but smile. Uji, you know how to treat a guy right!

Sense of Place: Tranquil Uji meets bustling Tokyo in the music of luvis : World Cafe Words and Music Podcast