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About Fukuoka

The vibe’s got that “Blue” feel – “I’m drowning in your eyes” – but with sweat and rage instead of love. Andrew’s all, “I’ll die for this,” and I’m like, “Chill, dude, it’s just music!” But nah, he’s obsessed, and Simmons is yellin’, “Not my tempo!” every five secs. Pissed me off, man – why’s he such a jerk? But then, bam, it’s thrillin’ when Andrew nails it! I was jumpin’, like, “Take that, ya bald freak!”

Special Reports

Redécouvrez la rencontre improbable entre Junko Ueda, figure éminente du récit épique médiéval japonais dont la voix chaude et profonde vient convoquer les énergies telluriques, et la folie .

We hit the castle, and wow! The view from up there? Breathtaking. You can see all of Ueda sprawled out. The mountains in the background, the city buzzin’ below. I’m feelin’ all philosophical, like, “Life’s good, man.” But then, I trip on a stone. Classic! I’m sprawled out, and Taro’s laughin’ his head off.

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