|Komatsu Music Festival, Nov 1-4, 2006 (part 3)|
|11/18/2017 6:14:19 AM - (cont'd)|
When we finished our performance, I packed up our stuff and headed for the ryokan we were to stay at that night, with Joey in tow. We had a gorgeous room with a private onsen, although I later used the public one after dinner (fortunately no one was there so I had it all to myself, then as I was dressing 3 young women came and said they had flown in just to catch our show, one from L.A.!). As is the case with ryokans, we sat down for dinner in our own private room with just Joey, Nyoro, myself and Matsutake-san with Yanagi-shachoh ("shachoh" means "president"). I had meant to go and check out the Jazztronik stage after dinner, but dinner was being served quite late, and rather than the rush through the beautiful kaiseki course, I decided instead to relax and enjoy the night. Shachoh had brought with him several bottles of his best, one bottle aged 10 years, another a bottle of shohchuh which at first I resisted, but upon his insistence and because I didn't want to insult him, I succumbed and tried; I was knocked off my feet over how great it was! It turned out to be the best hang ever, and our "party" turned into an after dinner drinking session in Matsutake-san's room. Later, Matsutake-san kept telling us how rare it was to see Yanagi-shachoh up so late hanging out. I myself completely was enthralled over Yanagi-shachoh's charisma and amazing character. He was cute as a button, even at 59 years old, and was so open to hanging out with us mere novices of the sake trade. And the truth is I don't like to hang out that late drinking anymore, but it was because the company was so amazing in the most innocent of ways. Joey kept thanking me the entire night, saying how this experience completely made up for the earlier problems with his computer and humbling motel room from the night before, which I was certainly happy to know he was enjoying.
I'm sure I didn't get to sleep 'til 1:30/2:00, then had to be up by 5:00 to be driven to the airport and fly back home, with a transit through Narita. 36 hours in Komatsu, and it was a mind-blowing, wonderful experience! Thank you Kimura-san for putting this together, and for all who came and supported us that night!
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