The Tokyo Concert Experience

  I’ve heard a lots of people saying that a piece of music stopped them in their tracks. I remember that happening to me a couple of times. Once was at the Ochanomizu Disk Union Jazz store, listening to Free For All by Art Blakey and The Jazz Messengers. The other one was in my car, while driving on my way to class more than twenty years ago. I was driving my beat up 1993 Hyundai Scoupe, going to an afternoon class, when a tune on KXLU made me literally stop and park by the curb to wait until the DJ announced the title. It started with a piercing high pitched distorted sound, almost like an alarm. Then it transitioned to an ascending unending melody line, no chorus or bridge, with layers of guitars over it. Culminating in a more traditional but also infectious guitar-bass instrumental break. The song was Texas Never Whispers , a non-album cut only to be found on the Watery Domestic EP. This was my introduction to Pavement . I discovered them a year after they disbanded this way. I en