Realized why I don’t read memoirs . I do not find them interesting. And “Girl in a bad” by Kim Gordon is not an exception.
The writing is not good, and too often it read like Kim is doing a PR for herself, trash other people (Courtney Love) or just rant.
Not interesting, I doubt if I remember reading this book. Oh, maybe just one piece of information will stick in my head. That Jim O’rourke lives in Japan. Other than that, will do my best to forget this book as it kind of destroyed what I thought about Kim Gordon.
Started reading “Girl in a band”, Kim Gordon’s memoir. I do not usually read memoirs, nor do I read book about bands, but I decided to make an exception.
I love Sonic Youth and was lucky to see them live twice, including a close encounter at a record shop. The book starts where my motivation to read the book starts. Of me not being able to see Sonic Youth again. They broke up and will never (?) perform again as a band.
The first chapter mentions the last show by Sonic Youth in Sao Paulo, the emotions that Kim Gordon experienced.
As I live in Japan, I keep looking for Japanese when I travel. I obviously don’t contact them nor say anything, but I do look for the “comfort” of seeing and hear Japanese.
Does this make sense?
Anyway, what I noticed that most Japanese men appear to me like a “Fish out of water” in an environment that they cannot speak the Language, do not know the manners. I believe all of us are, but I felt it stronger from Japanese Men, not Women.
Two examples: 1) Orsay museum restaurant – a Japanese guy was trying to pay at the exit when he should have paid at the table. The way he walked about, not sure what to do felt painful to me.
2) Jacque Genin – When I approached the place saw a guy hanging outside taking a photo but not entering. I did and after several minutes he entered as well mumbling something, looking for a Japanese speaker (which there was). Again, the way he entered the place and the look on his face was like a Fish out of water
Was traveling in Paris last week, with my back-packer clothes, huge Camera bag, Camera on me and a hat. Took the Metro and squeezed in with my bag, when I noticed a guy in front of me is watching me trying to control his laughter. Then he laughed, got up and stood somewhere in the train but continued to watch me .
What was about me that caused him to laugh? Is it about me or about him? Did I look strange? Does it make sense that I spent so much time trying to find the reason he was laughing?
It has never happened to me in Japan (or Korea, or Singapore), which was a bit disturbing.
But then it made me realize how easy it is to make us (humans) be concerned about our appearance, about who we are. It really does not matter what he thought of me or why he found it laughable.