Live at the Budokan
One for the gipper . . . This photo may not be so interesting but for history's sake is one that had to be taken and posted . . .
Who ever thought that years after always having heard "ladies and gentlemen, thank you and goodnight Rene has left the building" and "live! at the budokon (sic)" as random catchcries of the household, that I would one day come face to face with the place and realise it was called the Budokan and in Japan of all places!
Always sounded like it'd have in be somewhere near Alaska to me . . . maybe you had to know that song too . . .
We happened upon this on our way to Yasukuni Jinja to see what all the fuss was about . . . Funny how countries that were victims of Japan's ultranationalism and visions of global conquest would be displeased by continued reverence for a place that enshrines A-class war criminals, hey ?
Sometimes it seems to me as if my life is a series of scenes strung together by a continuous stream of songs . . .
I love midweek holidays!!
Who ever thought that years after always having heard "ladies and gentlemen, thank you and goodnight Rene has left the building" and "live! at the budokon (sic)" as random catchcries of the household, that I would one day come face to face with the place and realise it was called the Budokan and in Japan of all places!
Always sounded like it'd have in be somewhere near Alaska to me . . . maybe you had to know that song too . . .
We happened upon this on our way to Yasukuni Jinja to see what all the fuss was about . . . Funny how countries that were victims of Japan's ultranationalism and visions of global conquest would be displeased by continued reverence for a place that enshrines A-class war criminals, hey ?
Sometimes it seems to me as if my life is a series of scenes strung together by a continuous stream of songs . . .
I love midweek holidays!!
posted by Eleanora Martinez at 4:57 PM
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