Tuesday Open Thread: stories behind a song
Memories of a prison camp in the Arizona desert, a tsunami and a plane crash are stirred by the bittersweet Japanese song Sukiyaki, a huge global hit of the 1960s.
Originally released in Japan with the title 'Ue o Muite Arukou' ('I Look Up As I Walk'), the song was retitled 'Sukiyaki' (the name for a type of beef stew) for international release. It went to No 1 in the USA, Canada and Australia and placed in the top 10 of the UK singles chart. With melancholy lyrics set to a bright and unforgettable melody, it has since been covered hundreds of times in countless languages.
I look up while I walk
So the tears won't fall
Remembering those spring days
But tonight I'm all alone
I look up while I walk
Counting the stars with teary eyes
Remembering those summer days
But tonight I'm all alone
Happiness lies beyond the clouds
Happiness lies above the sky
I look up while I walk
So the tears won't fall
I cry while I walk
For I am alone tonight
Remembering those autumn days
But tonight I'm all alone
Sadness hides in the shadow of the stars
Sadness hides in the shadow of the moon
I look up while I walk
So the tears won't fall
My heart is filled with sorrow
For tonight I am alone
For tonight I am alone
California peach farmer Mas Masumoto tells the story of his family's internment in an Arizona relocation camp following the bombing of Pearl Harbor and explains what the song meant to him and many other Japanese-Americans in the years after WWII. Violinist and composer Diana Yukawa plays the song as a way to remember her father, who died in the same plane crash that killed Kyu Sakamoto, the original singer of 'Sukiyaki'. Michael Bourdaghs, author of 'Sayonara Amerika, Sayonara Nippon', talks about the songwriting team behind the song (Rokusuke Ei, Hachidai Nakamura and Kyu Sakamoto), and the surprising roots of the song in the Japanese protest movement of the early 1960s.
Janice-Marie Johnson of A Taste of Honey talks about writing an English version of the song and how she interpreted the Japanese lyrics. Gemma Treharne-Foose speaks about her experience of travelling to Japan from her home in the Rhondda Valleys, and what the song came to mean to her. And we hear the story of how Ue o Muite Arukou became a 'prayer for hope' following the devastating earthquake and tsunami that hit Japan in March 2011 from musician Masami Utsunomiya.

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Hey pbf
Thanks for dredging up the memory banks. I mostly recall the 60's "pop" version...
Also recall the 80's version from Taste of Honey, which was an english translation.
question everything
Loved that song back in the day, NEVER had a clue
A truth of the nuclear age/climate change: we can no longer have endless war and survive on this planet. Oh sh*t.
Did not remember the Taste of Honey Version
A truth of the nuclear age/climate change: we can no longer have endless war and survive on this planet. Oh sh*t.
Wrong 'Red Hen' Gets Egged
Just to show how totally fk'n stupid Donnie's Douchebags are, they are attacking (on social media) any Red Hen restuarant they find. Apparently some idiots did a drive by and egged a restuarant. None of the restuarants are affiliated with the Red Hen that told Sarah Sanders to eat elsewhere. The divide between red and blue people has stepped up a level.
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/this-is-what-happens-when-your-restaur...
PS. Sukiyaki, always liked that song. Never knew the lyrics. So thanks.
Donnie The #ShitHole Douchebag. Fake Friend to the Working Class. Real Asshole.
France: vegans and animal-welfare militants attack butcher shops
https://taz.de/Protest-von-militanten-TierschuetzerInnen/!5512752/
The threshold for politically motivated violence against individuals and small businesses sinks lower and lower . . .
Edited to add news report on the same topic in English:
https://www.smh.com.au/world/europe/butchers-plead-for-protection-from-f...
Election Day! Finally!
Or, more accurately, maybe, Primary Day. Regardless, this Primary campaign has Finally come to an end! I don't know how many more speeches, events my tolerance could tolerate!
Here in NY it's about toppling 2020 Prezidential candidate Andrew Cuomo and his ambitions. Likely not going to happen, but not becuz 'Sex and The City' governator candidate Cynthia Nixon didn't bust her ass. She did! Closer to home it looks like former MSLSD host Dylan Ratigan and a local yokel County Exec are the front runners here for the Congressional seat currently held by a GOP up-and-comer that that party has slated for the presidency in a decade or so; the BernieBro candidate trailing those two. {sigh} All five Dim candidates here are great, and whoever wins today I hope they can beat the worst Congressional seat holder in memory (in terms of actually representing the District instead of kissing the president's ass), "Beltway Elise" Stefanik. Polls open in 10 mins., so... off to vote for Nixon, the BernieBro! It's finally over!
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Haha checked mah Tweeter for the first time in ages found this:
https://twitter.com/crandallgold/status/1011118721371377664
A truth of the nuclear age/climate change: we can no longer have endless war and survive on this planet. Oh sh*t.
LOL, really. Thanks mucho, DO.
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
Need a laugh, don't we.
A truth of the nuclear age/climate change: we can no longer have endless war and survive on this planet. Oh sh*t.
Thanks, philly. It was interesting how that song swept through
our community and became so popular even though nobody could understand the words, let alone the meaning. I knew people who actually learned it, parrot style.
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --