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11.11.11 Full Moon

13 Nov 11.11.11 APEC under the Full Moon
11.11.11 APEC under the Full Moon

11.11.11 a full Moon Shines

Happy Rainbow Roses

12 Oct Today's Rose
Today's Rose

Quick snapshot of a rainbow rose at Hawaii Studio

My 1st performance for my students, and by my students here in Hawaii after 2.5 years of moving here. I ordered the Rainbow Roses, that are colorful like music, giving hope, and a sign of acceptance to me. Wishing there were more interested students after I stopped by a local Piano store yesterday advertising lessons for $69 per month. Though, I’m not a fan of “piano mania” playing all the works in some Bastien or Alfred method books on 8 pianos by dozens of students and teachers. It was an impressive arrangement of pianos. However, the playing skill level;- even of these beginning pieces by students was lacking in the phrasing that makes the NYSMTA “Piano Mania” sound superb in comparison.

I remember last year, before un-joining the HMTA, approaching the Blaisdell center pounding beginning pieces onto the pavement through loudspeakers. Needless to say, the next door car show people saw me before I got there and one nice local man gave me free admission tickets (normally @ $26) to see the car show.

So, I am hoping that a 1st recital for my humble studio will create some more interest. Yesterday, I decided on a simple flower arrangement for the door that is mostly these bright rainbow roses>>> To be more a christening Rainbow State performance. And dedication to years and years of learning that I have done. Last night I sat at a bar for Happy hour, and had a Dewars 12 yr. on the rocks. I explained why I drink whisky. How, at an international competition, where a “friend” who was a past judge for the International Bartok-Kabelevsky-Prokofiev competition told me I have to go. How after the semi-final round, competitors staying for the Festival sat around sipping drinks. The Russians had some martinis, another American had a highball, the pianist from Ghana—started to tell me I need to drink whiskey to be a real pianist.

As they inquired about my life & teaching as an American, everyone agreed that I should cut my studio down to no more than 10 students. This way, I would have more time for my art (which should be most important rather than students which I had over 70 at the time). My studio, After that time in Virginia, got cut back to 12 private students and I left my entire studio behind at the conservatory. Unfortunately, Homeland Security, was all over my 12 student studio composed of multi-national Asian/Latin/& other Americans. That with the addition of the longstanding KKK “white” supremacists in the Bucks County and Allentown area ran me not only out of work, but put my life in jeopardy as a Japanese-American. And, my brother had died in 3 years of that competition time. My parents friends being a source of both mine and my brother’s troubles and problems as they play the divide and conquer game with my only close living relatives in the USA.

So, I had two choices aside from sleeping in my car in a field in NY in sub-zero temperatures as my me & residence was stalked. Expatriate from the USA, or move to a Japanese-friendly community in California or Hawaii. So, I decided on Hawaii. And, This performance that is scheduled because local Hawaiians convinced me to stay through APEC in hopes that I might have a little more financial stability before moving on, if necessary.

So, Hawaii & Rainbow Roses, on my birthday. I’m brushing the rust off of 6 years of stress, tragedy, and uncertainty as a first Generation Japanese-American. I pray for my parents’ safety too. Somehow, I can only hope as any nervous instructor hopes;- that the performances are successful for the day, everywhere on this planet too.

They think I’m dumb…

11 Oct

My one of my Aunts Uncles in Japan belong to a family that has international and historical value in building Japanese architecture, even today. One of my Uncles in the United States, killed Japanese at Iwo Jima and received 2 silver stars from the US Navy. The Americans where I lived as a child were brutal on me. Growing up as a first generation Japanese-American in Quakertown, Pennsylvania held no hint of freedom for me, or my mother. Not only at school, but at church, and at home. My Lutheran Church pastor from my birth till I left for college, and then after I died;- had tried to kill me, literally. Once he did so in front of my Japanese mother at a confirmation class, because I mentioned Japan. My bi-lingual knowledge of Japanese was discouraged once I attended elementary school at age 5. My Japanese story books that my mother read to me were confiscated from the home. And when I tried to say hello to my Japanese grandmother (a recognized Japanese National Artist), the phone was ripped out of my hands on numerous occasions. My father wasn’t de-classified from the USAF OSI until 2001. Mental and Emotional bludgeoning of my existence being part Japanese was ongoing throughout my life. There were several girls at elementary school who ganged up and threw me in the dirt regularly at elementary school;- with teachers watching, and called me racist names.

Today, I live in Hawaii. Since my brother’s death and others in Pennsylvania and New York trying to kill me. I have few friends because I cannot forgive the immense amounts of insults I have endured my entire life. Then at college in New York;- Cornell University wanted me to pay/ through loans or otherwise over $52,000 a year at the time to learn how to speak basic Japanese. That is the value of my life to the Americans. I have no value to them. They have depreciated me in every aspect and every social strata. Aside from a few Naturalized American piano instructors that I have met. I have had no help. I don’t like war. However, it seems Americans have made their point noticed for over 50 years to my relations in Japan. I was held like a hostage, discriminated against in every way, and denied basic human rights even at College and once I entered the work force;- due to being a first generation American. Even my father mentioned to me, that he could no longer protect me, months before my brother’s death. Protection from people he may or may not know in US intelligence, destroying what is left of my life. I am very depressed. Hawaii has been only an extension of my life for an additional 3 years. I still have no decent or suitable support. I was picked up from the Honolulu airport by someone who trains military intelligence and federal agents. My life, is not free. I have few options. I am merely a pawn. If I had means to improve my life I would. I barely survive. My survival is also my biggest expense.

Yet people choose to mock me, Americans and others. Because I only speak english well (should they choose to acknowledge this). And then, others see hurting me as financial opportunity;- to start a war, have someone to blame, or numerous other things. So, I only sit here in Hawaii, practicing piano only for myself (without significant financial gain, if any) until someone on one side or other terminates my life, as the ending statement to another facet of an American-Imperial-Multi National relationship. I am sorry that no one understands this matter and their spirits are too immature and too greedy at all levels. I can only hope for a true apocalypse by natural disaster to alleviate the tension. I see how Occupy Wall Street is blind. I see how Americans manipulate other countries to cause war, despite good intentions. I see how people blame their leaders rather than themselves. And I see those who take pride in causing such harm in the world because it makes them feel big. It is a small planet, deeply affected by people bigger than butterflies.

 

Like the Son of Man – Protesting

9 Oct October 8, 2011 Chinatown, Honolulu

After I caught some dim sum at Legends Vegetarian in Chinatown, I picked up a tropical fruit smoothie (minus milk & bubbles) from Mai. Since the fine on the Bus (Federal public transportaion)  is over $100,000 for drinking;- I walked around Chinatown & waited till the smoothie was gone. I had brought my camera along today since I was headed to the studio.  I snapped a few quick photos of these APEC & Occupy Wall Street protestors sitting at the Gates of Chinatown. I finished my smoothie, full of anti-oxidants, and got on the Bus.

October 8, 2011 Chinatown, Honolulu

Sat. October 8, 2011 1:15pm Chinatown, Honolulu Hawaii. A month before the APEC meeting in Waikiki, Hawaii.

Chinatown: Occupy Protest at gates

Protestors at the Gates of Chinatown, Honolulu. In 1 month the APEC meeting will be held in Waikiki, Hawaii.

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