Harajuku

Another band playing on the bridge on Sunday in Harajuku. It’s certainly the time and place for up-and-coming bands; there were no less than five groups playing within ten meters of one another when Kreg and I went. Kreg is a friend of mine from way back in fifth grade or so; I used to spend weeks at a time sleeping over at his house. When I came to Japan, I pretty much invited everyone I knew to come stay with me, and Kreg was the first to come. The ten days he spent here felt like maybe three; I think it was so fun because showing someone something cool is like being able to see it again for the first time yourself.