J-Jazz

I hate Roppongi. It is the skanky, sleazy armpit of Tokyo. When you come up from the Subway, it actually smells like raw meat. I kid you not.

BUT tucked away past Roppongi Hills is Misty a tiny, hole-in-the-wall Jazz Bar. Not the only cool place in Roppongi, but it was where Kat invited us last night. Matt, me, about 14 University of Orgeon/Waseda University students and a handful of Japanese watched the funky MKQ, a quintet of middle-aged groovers who looked like salary-men just come off a 14 hour "work-day".

The music was s.u.p.e.r.b. Double bass, xylophone, piano and drums. We fuckin' love jazz, but haven't been to see any in Tokyo yet. The laidback, cosy Jazz and Wine atmosphere comes at a price, though, but at what price, Heaven?

Also headed out to Sengakuji, the resting home of the 46 Ronin (masterless samurai). There were originally 47 but I don't know what happened to the other one. Nice little temple but not at all flash.