when I first started to learn how to play the guitar, my dad was the music minister at a small Protestant church in the US. And it really felt more like that, like we're inviting some kind of spirit of the room in, rather than just telling stories. So that was the first kind of ...
so thin it was almost transparent, was filled with stories about the neighbors, or the garden, or what was for dinner. I wish we had some of those letters now, but I have so far not been able to find any. I long for anything bearing my mother’s or my grandmother...
At least the music was held back a bit in this film, whereas inFrom Up on Poppy Hill / Kokuriko-zaka karaby Goro Miyazaki, the sentimentality was laid on too thickly for my taste. However, I find the burgeoning taste for 1960s nostalgia fascinating. A walk around bluffs of Yokohama late...