February 26, 2014
There is depression, and then there are actually moments when you are crawling on the floor and clinging to furniture as if it was a lost love adrift in a violent Pacific Ocean storm. Which in a matter of hours that is where I will be, but above the emotional pull of the airplane flying into the Rising Sun. But for now, I am on the floor crying. The one hope, and perhaps my last request is to find the rare Japanese edition of Jackie Gleason and Orchestra’s classic album “Music For Lovers Only. ”
I’m also a nervous flyer, and the fact that I only listen to vinyl, is a huge problem for me on the plane. Nevertheless I have heard from numerous hardcore vinyl collectors in Tokyo that there are two or three Japanese editions of “Music For Lovers Only” floating around various record shops in Shinjuku. My main mission once I land in Narita is to locate this vinyl before someone else snaps it up. The crisis of living has not previously been more intense in my life.