It is raining from morning, cold, but not snowing. I have a headache today perhaps because I listened to very noisy sound yesterday. Yesterday afternoon, I attended the Case Study at the psychosomatic clinic in Kitahama with doctors, and in the evening, I went to my son's live concert. He has been playing music with his friends since 15, and he has come to think of playing music on his own as a sort of training. He found a live house new to him at Yao, asked the shop owner, and decided to register himself there. And it was his first solo live yesterday.
The hall was rather big in comparison with the live houses he and his friends used before. The stage was higher than the floor, and the lighting and sound facilities were better. As usual, there was no seat in the hall, but I found a small space to sit on, and watched other groups from the very rear of the hall.
Five sets of musicians played last evening, one was my son, three were visual hard rock groups, and one was an outdated heavy metal group! They were all very noisy except my son's performance.... As the shop was near my son's university, his friends came to hear him. The picture on the left shows my son and his friends seeing the hard rock performance. Against my anxiety, my son was relaxed and seemingly very happy.
He used a Kaossilator (Dynamic Phrase Synthesizer) with a Loop Station, using them for a rhythm session, base, and keyboard. Switching on and off the machines busily, he played his song with his acoustic guitar with a pick up microphone. He also made his voice looped as "Good evening, good evening, good, good, good evening...." I am afraid if the audience who likes listening to the hard rock music might not enjoy such distinctive music ... though it was interesting for me to see him creating sounds. I saw some of the audience were very curious about his technique. Anyway, my son played for 20 minutes all by himself. I was introduced to his classmate and his friend of film-making club, and his girlfriend came to say hello to me. When I said good-by to them and went out of the hall, I saw the guitarists of the heavy metal group, in their black costume, carrying thier guitars on their back, rode on the bicycles and went home. They might live near. I felt warm and could not help smiling.