Journal

On typhoons and e-commerce…

First of all, I finally got the store to validate last night, at the same time fixing the final major display bug in IE (I also got the main site to validate as well. Hooray!). The final adjustments were made to the payment and shipping calculations, and live payment tests were completed. What does all that mean? It means you can now give us your virtual money in the brand spanking new online store. Yay! We are still recovering from Saturday’s all-night monstrosity of a show. We took a bus from Osaka at 10AM, arriving in Tokyo around six or seven. Things kicked off at 11:30, we went on at 12:20, and the event ran until 5 in the morning. Surprisingly, most of the people attending stuck it out the whole night. Well, almost everybody.

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The next morning, our bus was scheduled to leave at seven. We rushed all the way to Tokyo station only to discover that it had been canceled due to the typhoon. So we got our refunds and shelled out some extra cash for shinkansen tickets. We got in line for the 8:03 train, which was already sitting at the platform, but the doors never opened. Announcement after announcement was made, saying the delays would be a bit longer, to be patient. Several news teams had been sent to shoot footage of the people huddled and waiting for the train. Eventually we got sick of the spray from the rain being blown under the platform roof, gave up our places in line and took shelter downstairs. Many people had elected to cancel their travel plans and were lined up for refunds.

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There was a huge crowd waiting outside the turnstiles, being held at bay by legions of station attendants.

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All told, we spent almost seven hours standing there, waiting for a train. (Almost as long as the bus ride would have been.) When service was finally resumed, it was a zoo, so we got in line for the second train out.

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We had been up all night, after all, and it was worth waiting for a seat. The first train was standing room only in the cars with unreserved seats.

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At long last we were on our way home, and arrived in Osaka three hours later. We returned to our respective homes and promptly died.

We’re off to the onsen

Tonight we leave for Tottori, to play at Hawai Onsen tomorrow evening. If you’re in the area, do be sure to come by.

If that’s a bit too far afield for you, we’re in Osaka on Monday.


Photos from Tokyo

As promised. They are a little tiny and the quality is so-so, but that’s the best we could do for the moment.

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Next show is a special event put on by Caramel Badge at Osaka’s Hard Rain. Also appearing are the girls of Typhoon Ministers, who are pretty awesome, and the band ほりゆうじ (Horiyuuji), whom I know nothing about. ¥2000 advance or at the door. It is my understanding cake is included in the ticket price. What a deal!


Backbeat, February 18

Still working on getting pictures from the Tokyo show. Here is a shot from last night, though, to hold you over.

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The show went much smoother, owing partly to my finally beginning to get used to wrangling all the machines in my arsenal. People danced, fun was had. We also had Kita and Inoguchi on the scene filming the event with their immense cameras. The footage will be used in a promotional video that is currently in the works.


It’s Over

Back, and strung out from two overnight bus trips in as many days. Not recommended.

The concert was… a little rough. I managed to fail spectacularly at the relatively simple task of pushing buttons in the correct order several times, which is not such a good thing. We were also robbed of the encore (debuting a new song, no less!) not by a lack of enthusiasm on the audience’s part, but what appeared to be a lack of basic organizational skills on the part of the venue and whoever was supposed to be running the thing. It didn’t help matters that one of the openers decided to play a few extra songs and make things even later. Long story short, we were rushed off the stage so the DJs could set up for the all-night dance party. Understandably, there’s a rush to get these things started, the inexorable twisting of the Earth no doubt looming large in their minds, precious moments of potential OOM-phap-OOM-phap eking slowly away under the relentless approach of that giant, wretched, plasmic inferno and goddamn buzzkill, the sun. It is hard not to empathize.

Anyway, at least we can stop being stressed out for a while now. I spent all day today setting up a photo gallery, so as soon as I can find someone who took pictures, I will post them.