2007/06/14＊20:35＊Kamijou

『Praising it’s deep, vivid blueness. －－－ Yes, Brassica rapa.』

In this early summer weather, I wonder if you are all spending your time pleasantly.
If I am called by my name, I’ll fly right over. I am Chihiro.

“Could I actually be a country bumpkin?”
I already know the answer without even having to ask myself.
I’m from the genuine countryside of Nagano.

Along those lines is what I was thinking as we played at Nagano LIVE HOUSE J.
Fufu. It’s a nostalgic place for me.
I’d only played here once before, 10 years yearlier.
If I’m not mistaken, I think I remember it being a terrible show.

I certainly didn’t expect it was my destiny to come to this place again like this…
Truly, the live show of man can be a thing of terrible misfortune.

Though I wasn’t exactly as calm as I could’ve been, being busy falling in and out of flashbacks of my past nightmares, I did my best anyway.

…

Wow,
Takuro, your hair’s a mess and your head’s huge.

Aah,
Kazuhiko, your mic’s too low, you’ll break your back.

Ooh,
Taki, doing his captivating dance without his guitar.

Next to me was some boy unknown to me, playing Taki’s guitar. Yeah.
It was cool.
My drumming was completely hopeless due to Taki’s disruptive behavior.

…

After enduring and putting up with these hardships of the past for 10 years
I was finally able to close the books on the matter.

Aah, Brassica rapa’s deliciooous.
There’s nothing better than eating them cooked in oil.

Mmmmm, yes.