Between Brisbane and Japan, some whimsy and Dan (All contents © Dan Ryan, unless noted)

Quakebook

My Breakfast With Adelstein—A small nosh

It has never been in my karma to meet famous people. It just never happens to me*. But in 2012 I had the good fortune to meet “Tokyo Vice” author and enemy of Japanese crime Jake Adelstein at a sports pub in Roppongi. That was a wonderful gathering, during which the best-selling author autographed two books for me and I met some excellent people who are now friends. But because we were in a group and Jake was pressed for time, he and I didn’t really have a chance to talk privately.

However, fortune or fate paid me the rare compliment of granting me the chance to meet up with Jake again. We had breakfast together recently at a nice hotel near Union Square in San Francisco. We talked of many things, from cameras to conspiracies, and the hotel bar even had Dr Pepper. As ever Jake was gracious and accommodating and let me take his picture. I suppose it is my way of boasting that I am publishing a couple photos of him here for you to peruse.

Thanks, Mr. Adelstein, and I look forward to next time, whenever that may be…

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(Pictures taken at the Parc 55 Wyndham Hotel, San Francisco, on November 6th, 2013)

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* I was within five feet of Mike Tyson and Robin Givens at Ueno Park Zoo once, but I didn’t have the courage to walk up and shake Tyson’s hand. The couple was, ironically in Tyson’s case I thought, looking at the gorillas. This was in March, 1988, a couple of days before Tyson destroyed Tony Tubbs in two minutes and 54 seconds at the Tokyo Dome. I heard Tyson left Tokyo pretty quickly after the fight to avoid the wrath of Japanese fight fans and promoters, but that may be apocrypha gathered from the Tokyo gaijin grapevine that existed at the time.

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I’m Afraid Of Americans—A small thanks

It is a cliché of great truth: In Tokyo, one of the most crowded and kinetically frenzied cities on Earth, it is easy to be alone. I spent a lot of time alone in Tokyo in 2012—in my apartment, in restaurants, and in seedier parts of the city—during the five weeks in April and May when I was there working on a forthcoming book of photographs and prose. Fortunately, on a handful of occasions I accepted invitations to eat and drink with “gaijin”, mostly Americans, who knew me through Twitter and my heavy involvement with the 2011 Quakebook project.

I don’t make friends easily. I never have. I’m a natural, almost pathological, loner. But I was lucky enough to meet the good people in these pictures and click with each of them in some way. And I have stayed in touch with all these folks through social networks since I got back from Tokyo. I hope that continues for a long, long time. And to the people in my pictures I say: Thanks for making my 2012 trip to Tokyo such a splendid thing.

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@Durf, at this amazing restaurant in Shinjuku owned by his lovely in-laws. Go for the squid.

 

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@tokyotimes, moving smoothly through Asakusa. Read more about him here.

 

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@billyj41, a man’s man and a great drinking companion, at Kamiya Bar in Asakusa.

 

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@loveartblues, an elegant guy wisely taking a break from the ocean of beer at Kamiya Bar.

 

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@kuripyon, the smartest punk-rock-and-roll-engineering chick I’ve ever met. Kamiya Bar.

 

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@warpedgaijin, a young man, but worldly-wise. At the Roppongi Hobgoblin.

 

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@jakeadelstein at the Roppongi Hobgoblin. He wrote a book called Tokyo Vice. Heard of it?

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I met five other people in Tokyo, including this dear friend, but didn’t take their individual pictures. I’m sorry for that, and I hope to correct that mistake the next time we meet in Japan.

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The Old Man of Minami Soma—A small lyric or poem or what have you.

The story behind this is pretty short: I offered to write some lyrics for a friend to sing at a recent benefit show for earthquake and tsunami relief in Japan, and he didn’t use them. Oh, he thought what I’d written was lovely, but too long. And they just didn’t fit the tone of the blues music he expected to sing along with. And that was cool and I completely understood. I don’t like blues music much, so none was playing in my head when I wrote the lyrics below.

And it turns out my friend never ended up singing at the show anyway. Pity. I think he’d have been great.

As for inspiration, the story for that is equally short and simple. The lyrics are based upon news stories I read about Kunio Shiga, a 75-year-old farmer in Minami Soma, Japan who lost his wife and then lived completely alone in a crumbling farmhouse (without rescue) for nearly a month after the March 11th earthquake and tsunami. His neighbors left because their town is only 12 miles away from Fukushima, and Shiga himself couldn’t cook any rice for lack of electricity and running water. It was one of the most grim, heart-rending stories I read in the weeks following the quake. If the link is still good, you can read the Time Magazine story here.

Mr. Shiga’s story is going to haunt me for a long time. I hope I did his tale some justice. I have searched the internet for some news of what became of this man, and if his wife is still alive, but have had no luck.

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P.S. Likely this is purest hubris, but if you are a musician and are interested in recording a song using these lyrics, leave a comment and I’ll happily get in touch.

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