I crossed paths with a dancing festival (odori matsuri) recently. The event was attended mainly by very cute old people. Here we see them line-dancing.
After the first round of dancing there appeared a special guest: it was an enka artist who performed her #1 single. ("Her song only got to be number one," my friend Jade whispered in my ear as we watched the performance, "because senior citizens are the only people who buy CDs anymore...")
As the sun went down after the concert, it became time to bust a move again...
I love this country. I want to be a Japanese old lady when I grow up. I will dye my hair purple (as is common among graying women here) and rock every Matsuri in town.
Great pics. I think we should have more parades for random reasons here (although NYC seems to have plenty of those & cause traffic issues).
I announced to my son the other day that I wanted to be a crotchety old lady just for the heck of it. But then again, I've also announced I wanted to be a dotty old lady too. I think in my old age I want to be whatever I feel like being, so long as I am having fun. But then, now that I think about it, why wait until I am old.
No time like the present :D Think anyone in my little town will call the white jackets if I dyed my hair purple and I boogied like those little Japanese ladies? I think it'd be a hoot to go for it. Anyone want to join me? I'm giggling just thinking of doing it. (OK, I really am crazy. Thanks for the laugh, Lea. It's a good thing I quit drinking or I really would be arrested.)
Peace,
Judith
Posted by: VicariousRising | June 30, 2007 at 01:50 PM