Have a Spin of Your Propeller

At last I have listened to Arctic Mokeys' new album" Humbug." I had been worried a little about how it would be because their 1st. and 2nd. were pretty good.

But listening to it through, I found it needless to worry...

COULDN'T BE BETTER!

There is no song at all but is needed. Each of the song is interspersed with the melody unique to them. Alex's voice is as attractive as ever. And, above all, I was surprised at how high the quality was as the whole album.

Here is one if their best songs: My Propeller

Too Short a Summer pt.3

On the second day, we went to that beach near our campsite, where though I had brought the kids several times, the second daughter didn't seem to remember that. At first, both of them appeared to be scared of the wave, and wouldn't come close to it. As time went by, they gradually began to take steps forward. They stepped back, however, water coming only up to their ankles.　This repitition ― back and forward ― was enough fun for them. I was watching them frolicking around on the beach while loooking back on these summer holidays. No one in my family might have had more fun than I. Thank you all, my family, for always being with me.

Too Short a Summer pt.2

My wife prepared for dinner while I was make up tonight's "bedroom" and "dining room." The menu for today were barbecue, spaghetti with eggplant and tomato soup.

The dishes she made are always good. And beer with them was special.The kids also ate more than usual. Unfortunately, I failed to take their photos. Hey, Who's snitching food?

After dinner, we had a blast doing fireworks. The kids seemed to be enjoying it. Getting away form daily life, all about them are new experience, and we as their parents feel how they have grown.

Too Short a Summer pt.1

The summer school finished and fleeting summer holidays came here with me. As scheduled, I went out for camping with my family. The campsite, where we visit at this time of every year, welcomed us this year, too with the beautiful sight of the sea and nice weather. On arrving, I had something to do first ― preparing a swimmming pool for the kids.

First, pumped plastic pool and then pour a large amount of water into the pool. I went to a water place a short distance away and back to the pool in front of our campsite with a bucket of water. This movement was repeated more than 20 times. Before preparing for dinner, I took a break, watching them splash around in the water. Their smiles relieve me of my fatigue.

Star Festival

In Japan, the 7th of July is the day of Tanabata, or the Star Festival, when we celebrate the reunion of a couple. I don't know the details, but they seem to have been separated from each other and the only day they allowed to meet is the 7th of July. On the days, Japanese hang strips of colorful papers on which each of us writes his or her wish from bamboo branches. All Japanese don't do that, but this year, My wife and I prepared a bamboo to let our kids experience the Japanese traditionnal event.

Hiyo, the first daughter, who has learned Hiragana or Japanese characters lately, wrote her own wish on a strip. ― "I want to own a chocolate shop in the future." I remember her dream was to be a doctor until recently, though. I'll ask her again in a few days.

Coco, the second daughter, had her wish written by my wife because she cannot yet write letters ( can read them, though ). When my wife asked her what she wished, she said, "I love you, mom!" Probably she meant she wanted to always be with her mother. My wife wrote just as she said ― "I love you, mom!"

Girls, I wish your dreams will come true.

At a slow speed

I went camping for the first time in 8 months. Between- work-to-work schedule was hard for me, but I did enjoyed my self very much enough to forget about work. After the day’s work, I leave the office at 10 p.m. The party had already begun when I arrived the camping site, which is located at the bottom of a mountain, surrounded by trees.

　On arriving, can of beer relieves my thirst and fatigue. At the center of our site is a bonfire. Looking up in the sky, the stars are dispersed. What else should I want? ― NOTHING though I usually need nice music when drinking at home. And here is a conversation with approved peers ― the same talk repeated many times before. But it doesn’t matter.　

　Time goes by peacefully, and in no time, the day breaks. With the sunrise we fall in a short sleep. Next time I open my eyes, a new everyday life starts.

　The story which is boring to others but is precious to me.

Don't you like gazing shoes?

It was more than 20 years ago that I heard "Just Like Honey" ― Jesus and Mry Chain's. Honestly, I didn't like it. It may be more precise that I didn't understand their music ― the sound of the guitar which sounded just like noise and his way of singing, like whispering. In those days my cassette player played the British Pop song such as Culture Club and Duran Duran.

The time went by, and I met the song of "You Made Me Realise." It shook my feeling and gripped my heart at just one time. I didn't know why, but it reminded me of "Just Like Honey" described above. I listened again to it. Though it was not as confortable as " You made ...", I was surely moved.

Since then, I've been listening to, what is called, "Shoegazer." And here with me is the memorable song: You Made Me Realise / My Bloody Valantine