Season 3 continues rolling with an episode 4 years in the making. Taiko drumming is a big a bedrock of classic Japanese culture as video games are for their current culture. Take a spin with Scot back into the world of Japanese arcades with the drumming game Taiko no Tatsujin, a fast paced rhythm experience that hooked him at just the right time, and his quest to find the game and achieve a perfect score on a special song.

He’ll take you on the journey across an ocean to recount the game and the song that combined to form a decades long obsession. Scot also examines the J-Pop song Sakuranbo (さくらんぼ), by Japanese singer Otsuka Ai as he tries to recreate another past perfect experience in the present. 

 

Otsuka Ai – Sakuranbo:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upODO6OuOOk&ab_channel=avex

Sakuranbo – Cocktail (Lounge Cover):

https://youtu.be/0SYe_-BKJWI?si=cx6SluQ8DSdNlFak

Sakuranbo (Kan Sano Remix):

https://youtu.be/eCRMqFAwbvQ?si=83_NGrFxI1l87T35

Zenius-I-Vanisher:

https://zenius-i-vanisher.com/v5.2/

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Production Transcript:

TPS017 – TAIKO NO TATSUJIN AND OTSUKA AI – SCRIPT – v1.0

 

  • Hi, and welcome to The Perfect Show. I’m your host, Scot Maupin. I’m what you might call a perfection prospector, sifting through life looking for little things or experiences that could be considered ‘perfect.’ Join me each episode as I examine one topic that I’m presenting as a little nugget of perfection.

 

Everybody’s always talking about AI, AI this and AI that, and me? Trend-chaser Scot? Well I am not immune to the wave, nonononono but I guess I want to talk about a different kind of AI, and that’s T-A-I-ko No Tatsujin and Otsuka A-I, or rather, Taiko No Tatsujin and Otsuka Ai. 

 

Okay, so there’s a lot to explain here, just bear with me a second. Otsuka Ai is the name of a J-Pop pop star, J-pop is Japanese Pop Music, Taiko no Tatsujin is the name of a Japanese video game which translated into English means Master or Expert of Taiko, and Taiko is the traditional japanese drum that sits up on a stand and is played by two thick drumsticks, usually synchronized in combination with a bunch of other taiko drummers. 

 

Did that get it all? Okay whew. 

 

So back when I lived in Japan I would avoid most video games. I know that sounds weird considering I made an earlier episode all about the Ten Yen Arcade, but I mostly didn’t go in and drop yen into video games there, and video games were really everywhere. There were little arcades set up in malls, at theaters, in grocery stores. Cabinets with different games and options. Don Kihote had a line of fun games, but the only one that really kept catching my eye was a game called Taiko no Tatsujin.

Because this game is about taiko, it’s not a normal game you play with a normal joystick or buttons. It’s a cabinet with two big taiko drumsurfaces, Like these big wooden barrels turned on their sides, and you play the game by hitting these surfaces in the middle or on the edges with large drumsticks.  

 

Its one of those rhythm games,  so you pick a song and the screen shows little drum indicators that move across the screen and you hit the drum when the circle gets into your strike zone or whatever, but the more you get dead on the higher your score is and if you get a high enough score you get another free play for another song. You’re alternating between red circles that mean hit the middle and blue circles that mean hit the edge, and the harder the song or level, the faster and more complex the combinations get.

 

Like basically guitar hero for drums, I think, but I didn’t play guitar hero ever. I played Taiko no Tatsujin. And played it and played it. Going to the electronics store for a new microwave? Better stop by the Taiko no Tatsujin on the way out and throw down a few songs. Getting groceries at Max Value? Might as well Taiko. Time for Daiso? Time for Taiko. 

 

The song selection stage splits songs up into different categories, but because Japan, those categories were Anime, Vocaloid, Children’s and Folk songs, Variety Show themes, Classical, Video Game music, and J-Pop. 

 

After trying a smattering of the songs I did recognize on the machine, and realizing that as a foreigner I simply wouldn’t know most of the songs on it, I did manage to find one Japanese song that I sort of decided would be my song, that I would practice on and try to get good on, and that song was called Sakurnbo – which means cherry – sung by the aforementioned Otsuka Ai.

 

Quick sidenote – some people call her Ai Otsuka, I call her Otsuka Ai, it’s a thing where some Japanese people like going family name first, like Otsuka Ai, and some like going family name last, like Ai Otsuka. I don’t have a dog in that fight, but when I was first talking to Japanese school kids in Kyushu about her they called her Otsuka ai so that’s what I call her.

 

Now I had known Otsuka Ai from before. And specifically that Otsuka Ai song, which I totally loved. 

If I had to describe Otsuka Ai’s singing I’d say it feels like a musical form of sugar. She deploys her high pitched voice sometimes in long beautiful ballads and others in short staccato pop pieces. The instrumentation tends to change up depending on what the vibe of the song is but Otsuka is great at both. The song Sakuranbo in particular, is a 3 minute 55 second pop masterpiece. It zips along and has sort of a hyped up – I wanna say ska type beat? – but with all this other stuff on top, and then Otsuka is killing it with vocals that feel super poppy and she rides the melody perfectly. 

 

I had a few Otsuka Ai albums and singles in my music collection from my days sampling the top albums each week and following my students’ suggestions,  and Sakuranbo was one of my favorite songs of hers. But I wasn’t alone in that, far from it. 

 

It’s a peppy pop song with some blasting horns over a syncopated beat, then you’ve got otsuka ai’s voice, which is light and airy, it sounds maybe like it’s about 40% toy and 60% human, if that makes sense. And then you put all that to a driving rhythm with lyrics creating a cute scene about how fun and nice it is to like someone else so much that you are like two cherries together. 

 

The energy is infectious. I’m going to use MMm Bop as a unit of measure for this type of song. In reference of course to MMM Bop by Hanson, one of the most perfectly engineered pop songs of all time. For instance N*Sync’s Bye Bye Bye is probably about 85% of an MMM bop and Levitating by Dua Lipa would score around a 92. Get it? Okay, good. So I’d say Sakuranbo clocks in at 95% MMM Bop. Nothing to sneeze at. And if you were anywhere in Japan during the years 2004 and 2005 the song was absolutely inescapable.

 

Which was just fine by me. I love a pop song, and I cycle past the ‘sick of a song’ phase and back to fascinated pretty quickly, which is probably a really good thing for me, because Japan really knows how to smother you with a song. I think that’s why the music scene moves so fast there, songs, at least the most popular ones, reach enormous popularity, which seems to all be cashed in at once until everyone but the die hard fans are sick of a song and that works out perfectly because the studios need to clear the way for another song lined up to do the same thing with.

 

So you may encounter a song on the radio, of course, but I rarely listened to that. More frequently  you hear it on the overhead music playing in stores and restaurants as you shop and eat. Even in a grocery store you may walk past a motion sensor and trigger a display to play the pop song at you and try to sell you potatoes, while the same pop song plays faintly over the store’s pa system, too.  You also could run into it in the background – or foreground – of a commercial on tv, or in the luckiest case, as the theme song of a popular tv show, like a drama or anime. 

 

And if by the end of that cycle you’re still not sick of the song then you’ll have every other Japanese singing celebrity give their go at a cover of it on different variety shows. But hopefully this all out assault on the ears of the population has resulted in a huge windfall from cd and dvd sales, and the slate of product endorsements.

 

So, back to Sakuranbo:

 

The song came out in December 2003, and was in full force throughout my first full year there in 2004, even being used, like I was saying, as the ending theme song on a tv show called “Mecha Mecha Iketeru” – which doesn’t translate as this, but they subtitled their own show with the English “What a cool we are.”

 

It was trippy just now to see this.

 

So I don’t know Japanese TV at all, really, but this was a tv show I knew. In fact, it’s strangely one I actually had been watching a VHS tape of for years.

 

 And that’s because back in 1997 during high school, and during the home stay where one summer I lived with a Japanese family, there were several times where people in the Chigira family were watching tv, or I was flipping channels on the small set in my guest room. The tv shows were bonkers, a fact that is by this point well known and even probably a bit of a stereotype, but it wasn’t to me back then, and I was so into it that I even asked my host mother to take me shopping so I could buy a blank VHS tape. A move I realize now must have seemed like I was trolling her, but I wanted a video tape so I could record some of this tv and then bring it back home with me to show my friends in America. 

 

I recorded a bunch of weird commercials, but the main prize to me on these tapes that I brought back to Kansas, was the episode of What A Cool We Are. I loved showing this to friends, I would say it was a lot like jackass, with a little more silly nature and much more Japanese flavor.

and looking up Mecha Ike, which it is often called, it started in 1996, meaning I was there for the first season of it, and now to come full circle, that’s the tv gig that otsuka ai landed for sakuranbo in 2004. Small world.

 

So in 2004 Otsuka Ai puts out her first album, called Love Punch, and Sakuranbo is the second single. Which a young Scot hears playing everywhere, and it works. I go to the Tower Records behind Kokura Station, get the album and then proceed to absolutely wear it out for the next few months. 

 

Even now, 20 years later I still have Sakuranbo and 2 other singles from this album, Pretty Voice and Amaenbo, in heavy rotation throughout my music library. I hear them regularly.

 

According to Generasia.com, the song “reached #5 on the weekly Oricon chart, and continued to rank for a total of 101 weeks.” And “in 2004, it became the #12 best single single of the year. It also ranked on the 2005 end of year charts,” as the “#86 single of the year.”  Sakuranbo is also certified Double Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of Japan.

 

So when I saw Sakuranbo, a song I already knew, and liked, and had listened to over and over again, it became a perfect choice for playing on Taiko no Tatsujin. The reason that last bit was so important is that with any of these rhythm games you are going to need to pick a song that you will end up having to hear over and over and over as you practice it to eventually get it right. 

 

Or not even get it right, but do well enough on it to pass and get a free second song…and sometimes third depending on the place…aeon mall arcade in asashikawa I’m looking at you.

 

And so after sampling the wide variety of songs on the game, I ended up settling in on two or three to focus on and try to actually get good at., and Sakuranbo by Otsuka Ai was always in that mix.

 

Back to the game itself, before you select your song, you have to select what difficulty you will be doing – this affects how fast you will have to hit the drum and how complicated the rhythms will be, there was kantan – or simple, futsuu – or normal, muszukashii – or difficult, and then – and I think this is another not small reason I enjoyed this game, if you hit the right side of your drum enough in this stage, it would unlock a secret level of ONI – or devil level, where the songs were extra difficult. 

 

I remember only really being able to hang at oni level on a few super easy songs, but I just loved being able to open the option up and knowing the secret way to do that. 

 

I usually stayed more on futsuu – the normal level, where I could pass several songs, and then even got to the point where I was able to get a perfect score on a few of them. A full 100%, meaning I hit every beat on time, I hit the edges when it said hit the edges, the center when it said hit the center, Every single one perfect for the duration of one whole song.  

 

All you guitar hero people are like yeah, we get it, move on, but this was new to me. This was the first rhythm style game like this I had ever gotten into and man when I first hit that 100 % i was legitimately thrilled, like what? Did anyone else see that? Did that really just happen? I wanted to be like hey look everybody come look at what I’ve accomplished!

 

The combination of the physical action, the satisfaction of hitting the drum, the pep of the song, and the thrill of being so locked in that you get 100% of everything correct for the whole thing? When it all comes together at the same time, it is just perfect.

 

But that, like many skills, needs practice to maintain, and when I left Japan, I left arcades that had the taiko game, and I just resigned myself to be like – well alright, no more taiko I guess. Now there had been a version on the nintendo ds – a small handheld gaming device, but it was played by tapping your fingers on the screen and really lacked the whole body experience of hauling back and hitting this giant drum with these thick sticks. The home versions just really didn’t cut it. It was the same game, but not really the same game, if that makes sense at all.

 

So i figured that would just be it. No more Japan, no more taiko,[beat] but then I did stumble on the game, surprisingly, in a small arcade of Japanese games that was at the Japan Center Malls in the Japantown of San Francisco. It…had seen better days. First, the heavy taiko sticks had been replaced with thin regular dru msticks, and the sensors on the drum were more than a little bit dodgy. It had no doubt been imported from Japan, and maintenance on this uncommon device would be a big ask. But it was there, it had the songs I knew, and it was better than nothing. I would play from time to time if I found myself in Japantown. 

 

I would discover that when the sticks were light and the sensors were dull the chance of getting a perfect score pretty much drops down to zero. But it’s still a place to play, or at least it was, up until COVID hit, and then that Japantown arcade was one of the casualties. Without the ability to have customers come in and hang out for long periods of time, they sold their remaining games and closed their doors for good in 2020. It’s now reopened as a japanese stuffed animals and collectibles store.   

 

However I didn’t start this podcast until 2021 and while even in my earliest lists the taiko game was in the mix of episodes I wanted to do, how could I? My shot at recording the game had gone away when the arcade closed up. 

 

Well, I mean I could go to Japan and find it there – wait – is that where I’m going with this? Did I manage to get a sponsor to fund a trip for me to Japan to find this video game again?

 

[airplane noises] [Brand song playing low?]

[hard stop][tires screeching?]

 

No. I wish. Maybe someday. I mean open invite, potential sponsors, If you have something that pays me to go to Japan or sponsors my trip to go record there I AM DOWN.

 

But I did happen to be able to come up with a semi-decent plan B. 

 

I googled the game, and there are a few home versions, even some where you buy a little plastic taiko drum set to plug into your nintendo console which was not really what I was looking for either, but then I stumbled upon a strange corner of the internet I didn’t know existed before.

 

[music]

 

It’s called Zenius-i-vanisher.com, and it’s subtitle is ‘the #1 Ad-Free Music Gaming News Site, and it has a map and database of arcade games and locations. Its sort of like a google maps if the only locations it showed were video game arcades and kept track of the individual video games within those arcades. Like you can’t find just a Pizza Hut, but if the Pizza Hut had a Pac-man game, you could find that listed, along with what version it was, what condition it was in, and even how much it costs to play. 

 

It’s set up rrlike this for all games. Or at least a ton of them. and thankfully one of the games listed is, you guessed it, Taiko no Tatsujin. I can search by individual mode, like meaning Taiko no Tatsujin version 6, or 7, or 8, there would be an updated one released regularly in Japan with some of the same classic song, but it would update and rotate in some new pop songs or songs from new tv shows, that sort of thing.

 

So I searched for Taiko no Tatsujin cabinets in the US. It showed one in San Francisco, the one from the arcade that had closed, and the next closest ones were in Seattle, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, and Boise, Idaho So there were some here in the US. And in good condition, by the looks of it, but they were about as close to me as Japan was, trip-wise, and that meant this idea would go on the back burner while I worked on other episodes. 

 

And then a very nice coincidence happened. My family was invited to LA for a wedding, which meant we would be driving, and it looked like I would have some time to myself with the car, so I scheduled an extra stop into my trip itinerary, and while others went to see Hamilton, I headed over to the newly opened Round One Amusement Center at the Puente Hills Mall in City of Industy, CA. [TITO PUENTE MUSIC? – EL YOYO?]

 

So come back with me, listener, to the magically untroubled era of November 2021

 

[DRIVING CLIP] – green 1

 

I went inside and located the game straight away. With those two big drums it’s a pretty easy one to spot. It was card operated, where you charge a card with credits and then swipe it in the game before you play it and the game deducts however many credits it costs from your card. Coin operated machines, I think just coins in general, are being used less and less often.

 

I put 50 credits on my card, and then headed over to the taiko machine.

 

[TAPE FROM INSIDE LA ARCADE] blue 1

 

TALK OVER TAPE:blue 2 (TRIM DOWN)

 

So this is the point where it dawned on me that I wasn’t finding the one song I came out here for, but there was a timer ticking down on song selection, and I couldn’t be sure that I didn’t just miss it, so instead of panicking, as a backup I pivoted to a classical song – the theme from carmen 

 

And I guess finally the realization started to set in on me

 

[TAPE – ITS NOT THERE ANYMORE.] – blue 3  & 4 (TRIM DOWN) 

 

I didn’t know what else I could do so right there in the arcade I pulled out my phone and started to dive deeper into which songs were on what versions of this game. 

 

[ME SEARCHING ON MY PHONE AT THE ARCADE] Blue 5

 

 And I’m aware there are worse fates in this world than having to spend your arcade credits playing games that aren’t exactly the game you were trying to play, but still…

 

[BUMMED OUT TAPE END OF LA] – Blue 6

 

Man, i couldnt believe it. I had planned that out, no lie, for like a year plus and it just hadnt even occurred to me to check the version and make sure that Sakuranbo was still on it. To me that song is like ‘Hey Jude,’ I just figured it was a classic that would be on every single version. 

 

So I was back to square one. And then after a bit of research I should have done earlier about what songs were on which versions of the game, I went back to the arcade game locator website.

 

And what I found was at the Las Vegas spot and the Idaho spot, both had the version of the game that I needed. I had been to both Las Vegas and Idaho, pre-covid, but wasn’t sure when I would be traveling to either next, so once again the whole episode got shifted to the back burner. 

 

Until….in 2023 when I finally ended up flying again, – first time since 2020 – I found that I was able to turn a short layover in Las Vegas into a bit of a longer one. Long enough even to get out of the airport, and run one tiny little errand…

 

[ANY AUDIO CLIPS FROM VEGAS WALKING] – maroon 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

 

And I eventually arrived at an arcade called Game Nest in the back corner of a block of shops off the strip a way and just in regular Las Vegas.

 

Unlike Round One, Game Nest operates on a time-based system, where you go in and buy a certain amount of time in the arcade, and then everything you do is free to play inside during the duration. This felt much closer to the asobihodai, or all-you-can-play deals that some Japanese arcades and amusement centers would offer.

 

[CLIP ENTERING GAME NEST, FINDING GAME] – Maroon 6 – Run this under the following talk after it’s clear that I am doing a transaction

 

FINDING AND PLAYING THE SONG THE FIRST TIME – MAROON 7 (purple clip)—

Now this is my first time playing this song on this game in years, as we have EXTENSIVELY covered already. But listening back I notice a few things from my editors chair that I didn’t notice in my initial excitement at finally finding the right game.

 

Firstl, the song is MUCH shorter than the real Sakuranbo. The game version comes in at just 1 minute 20 secnds and the real version of the track is 3:55.  I guess that’s not so strange. All you need is maybe the most well known verse and the chorus once or twice. The shorter you can get these songs the more plays you can cram in over an hour, which results in a machine that generates more money faster than it would the other way, I get that.

 

But now I’m also noticing something different. Something that I didn’t notice or even think to look for, or listen for rather. Here, listen back to this short part.

 

[CAN USE CLIP FROM MAROON 7 (purple clip) or MAROON 8 (blue clip)

 

And now Otsuka Ai’s studio version:

[PLAY A CLIP FROM THE REAL SONG]

 

Otsuka’s has bite. Does that makes sense? It has something a different sort of edge to it. Whatever is happening here, the main difference is caused by that not being Otsuka Ai singing. It’s a voice double. Like Now that’s what I call Sakuranbo Volume 1. Otsuka Ai Kidsbop.

 

I had been so excited just to find the song that I hadn’t realized it at the time, but it’s totally a cover by someone else. It’s close, but yeah, I’ve heard the original song thousands of times at this point, that’s a different version.

 

Me now is thinking this is completely because of licensing fees and rights for the original song and royalties for it, but back then I was still blissfully unaware of all of this. To me I had just found the Otsuka Ai song I had been searching for for years.

 

A few plays in, I got back to the level of hitting every single note of the song except one, –  I did that twice, back to back, here’s my reaction to the second time: 

 

[SECOND MISSING BY ONE TAPE] – Maroon 9- (green clip)

 

But then

 

[ONE LAST ATTEMPT TAPE – PERFECT GAME] – MAROON 10 (purple clip) and 11 (maroon clip)

 

I did it! Perfect game! Mission accomplished!  

 

But actually, that’s a little forced. If i’m being honest it just felt okay, I guess. I felt good finally hitting the perfect game, because that’s what I was there recording myself trying to do, but I guess I just expected it to feel better, or more satisfying. Like in my memory. 

 

(include this? – I hadn’t spotted yet what was missing, what made it so fundamentally different.)

 

Anyway, I still had time on my all you can play card, so I played some other songs on the Taiko game, played some other games around the arcade, watched two amazing syncrhonized players at some other rhythm game that I didn’t really understand, both wearing gloves and having to touch these points around a dial as a fast song played. They were both doing the same song together and moving in unison on their respective machines and it was completely mesmerizing. 

 

[MUSIC TIME]

 

I watched them until it was time to go back and catch my flight out.

 

[MUSIC TIME]

 

So now I’d lost the game, found the wrong one, found the right one, and then even hit a perfect score.  I tell myself that those are all the angles there are to get on this experience, meaning I was done, 

 

and I really was, 

 

I was good for over a year while this all sat during the time I wasn’t making the show. But that’s how this episode was going to end…up until I dug all this back out and started piecing it together in the present.

 

I was organizing some ideas for it on my iPad – a device I didn’t have when I was last recording, and it occured to me that there is a possibility of the taiko game, now 20 years later being an app that holds all the songs it ever had. I knew there were home versions of this game that I wasn’t going to pay any mind to, for other gaming consoles that I don’t have, but if there was one on the item I already owned, well maybe that would be a slightly different story. 

 

I was skeptical though.

I went through a whole thing about how i thought a core part of my enjoyment was being able to really hit the thing a with full drum stick and putting  forth some real exertion by the end of three songs back to back to back. I can’t see that being the same for a tablet. 

 

But to test it out for sure, I roped my wonderful daughter Amelia back onto the microphone one afternoon.

 

[TAPE] PURPLE 1 – pink clip, PURPLE 2 – Maroon CLip, 

 

And so I paid for the month of Apple Arcade, set up the app, and opened it up

 

[TAPE] – PURPLE 3 – Yellow Clip , PURPLE 4 (yellow clip)

 

[TAPE] – PURPLE 5 and 6 (drab green and hunter green) – the playing of SAKURANBO on the ipad. VOICEOVER of this next chunk during the tapping part of that song before the finish.

 

I guess I didn’t get too tripped up by the tapping with fingers instead of drumsticks, but I found on youtube there are companies that make physical drums to work as controllers that you can use on your app or on the switch that look pretty cool actually. I did none of that, however. Just Fingers Magee over here. 

 

[TAPE] – PURPLE 6 (hunter green) should finish now with my getting perfect and being happy about it.

 

Again, I noticed on the ipad version they are also using the close but no cigar cover of the song by a different singer, and again it was not something i ever noticed in the moment, only after.

 

But speaking of similar yet somehow different, I figured the joy I felt hitting all the notes on one of those songs would be the same, or could be the same as it was when I would play in Japan, but even though I was doing the same thing both times, it wasn’t really the same thing.

 

[FINAL IPAD TAPE]  – Purple 7 – drab green – more fun with 2 players at the same time – you dont have to comment on that, I’m just thinking out loud.

 

And there it is. The one thing I obviously missed, that I amazingly didn’t really factor in, was the 2-player partnership aspect of this game. I saw it in Las Vegas when I was done with my game, with the guys in the gloves playing the game in synchronized motions. 

 

I was so focused on going out on my own, finding this game and playing it that I went ahead and just played it solo. Three times. In all three places, every game I played, I played by myself. 

 

I think part of what made me love my times playing this game in Japan was the game itself, sure, and then finding the perfect song, which I’ve talked about, too, but there’s another aspect I haven’t really put enough weight on until now. The aspect of having a partner to play with.It’s just like dancing. You’re doing a difficult thing, at the same time as another person, and synchronized with them. You get the joy of executing a difficult task, something that takes preparation, and practice. Something that has a tail of effort that stretches into the past. And then for dancing with a partner, you mix all that in with attempting to be completely in sync with someone else. Completely present in the moment, so that you can be in the same zone, and attempt to move together as one. 

 

You remember the guys I mentioned playing that mesmerizing rhythm game that I didn’t understand to music I didn’t know? It was mesmerizing because they were doing it together in unison, compounding the difficulty and multiplying the satisfaction of the achievement.

 

Yes, I can go and find a machine, go and find a song, and even pull down a perfect score on it, but then what? Who is there to share it with? When you play the game with a partner, you can celebrate with each other, for each other. Happy for your own accomplishment, and happy for theirs, with inside knowledge of exactly how difficult what you both did was, and even if it’s not objectively important – how much it meant to share that with someone else. A regular drumming partner who had got better at the game along with me. 

 

I honestly don’t know how I missed that aspect before when I was planning all this out. Actually, that’s not true. I sort of do. 

 

And I guess this is as good a place as any to get into it and talk about another huge change in my life.

 

So between the last normal episode – about pink shoes and punk shows – and this one there was a huge break. Over 2 years, as I said, and a lot has changed since then. I alluded to some changes in the update episode, but during that time my wife, who you’ve heard from before on various past episodes, but she and I have separated and are divorcing. It’s okay, I’m not really going to get into it apart from saying I guess it was a long time coming, and it wasn’t just one thing. 

 

But back in Japan, before a lot of the stresses of married life, of being parents, of just getting older, before that we were just a couple of carefree young Americans, feeling out what it meant to live in a place as different as Japan, and feeling out, too, what it meant to be in a relationship with each other. 

 

Taiko no Tatsujin was vibrant because it was well-designed, of course. Also because it piggybacked off some of the most perfectly built pop songs that I’ve ever heard, sure. But there’s a non-zero part of that perfect experience — you both getting a perfect score on the game together — that is the culmination of all the history you both share of getting better at something over time, and then executing on it in unison. 

 

It’s what I feel like when I do jiu-jitsu with friends over years and years and we both get better. You have someone that is a special partner for you for that thing, Not only because you share the experience of it in the moment when you plunk those hundred yen coins into the machine and pick up the drumsticks, but also because you shared the journey with them of getting to that point. You join an elite club, and you can’t really replicate that experience or joy of synchronicity with someone not on your same level. And you certainly can’t experience that part of the game by yourself. 

 

That’s friendships, that’s relationships, that’s really – companionship.

 

I think we are built for companionship, as creatures, on a very basic level, we rejoice in not being alone, and on some level the makers of Taiko no Tatsujin definitely understand that. It’s been two years for me now in this new reality, but I also have found my way back to not being alone again, and in a relationship that is going well. It’s a state that I seem to be drawn to. And it has ups and downs of course, but it’s really nice.

 

That’s why there are two drums, the play experience works best with a partner. 

 

Taiko no Tatsujin is a challenge of hand-eye coordination, it’s a sensation of tactile feedback, and it’s an experience of fun music with cute character animations, those are always true, But at  it’s most effective, and the level I didn’t hit in LA, Vegas, or on the tablet. it’s a game of synchronicity, where you and your partner cross the finish line together, and the only way to do that is to be in sync with them through experience. 

 

When I recorded the second chunk of tape in Vegas I was separated, and I no longer had a partner to go with me, but even when I taped in LA and was still with my wife, by that point we were far from in sync. And I saw going on a trip to do this game thing as a way to go out by myself and get away from a lot of frustration and stress instead of as a thing I would need to do with my partner in order to get or recreate the full experience. 

 

I mean, the game has literally been telling me this every time I’ve played it. It’s in the lyrics of the chorus of Sakuranbo:


Tonari do-oshi anata to atashi Sakuranbo.

You and me, side by side next to each other – We’re cherries.

 

I think there’re a lot of physical gaming experiences with a partner that can get you into that zone. I see that as the crux of the Dance Dance Revolution revolution, it was Guitar Hero’ hero, and it’s the specific gem of pacific rim. chuckle/beat

Humans are ultimately solitary beings. We only really truly have ourselves. We are born alone and we die alone, but we do seem compelled to break up the stretches of solitary existence with companionships. Be it the Doctor in Doctor Who who just wants an audience on his travels or a partner who wants to partner in everything you do, I believe that while we are built by ourselves, we are also built for each other. 

I’m not a fatalist that believes there’s only one match for each person out there. So in that sense i guess I don’t believe in the idea of one single soulmate – but I believe there are people, say you were ranking them on a ‘good match percentage’, there are people out there, scattered about in different places, for whom you would rank 96% or 99% or even 100% compatible. 

 

And not just in a romantic sense either. This applies to romance, friendship, business, you name it.

 

It’s a bit on the nose, but in conversations I’ve had about this very thing I do call it ‘people you click with’ and really the task is to go out and live life, experience things that put you in contact with old people, with new people, with different people, or with different experiences, and if you want companionship with cool people, then your jobs are 1. to be ready to pick up on it when those people you click with come into your life, and then 2. have the courage to do something about it.

 

Something that may just be as simple as inviting them to grab some drumsticks with you and play a game together. You can always get back on the horse again.

 

And with that – Taiko No Tatsujin, Sakuranbo by Otsuka Ai, and playing a game with a partner, it all goes into the Perfectorium this time, the Index of Perfect Things.

 

Go to the show’s website perfectshowpodcast.com to see pictures and videos related to this and each episode, – for this one I will have some pics from my trips to the arcade, link some videos of people playing it better than I ever could, a cover Otsuka Ai did herself of the song for it’s tenth anniversary in 2013 re-imagining it as a sultry cocktail-lounge version, and a link to the Sakuranbo (Kan Sano Remix), which Otsuka Ai also released in 2021, I’ll drop that one here at the end of this episode because I think it’s pretty fun.

 

You can see all the entries to the Perfectorium at the direct link for it, perfectshowpodcast.com/perfectorium.

 

Special thanks to Round One in LA, Game Nest in Las Vegas and my iPad in Oakland for having versions of this game for me to play in the first place.

 

You can find the info and links for all the musical artists in the show notes and on this episode’s webpage.

 

As always, if you’d like to contact the show, you can email PerfectShowShow@gmail.com, and connect on Twitter, Youtube or Instagram to the name PerfectShowShow.

 

Oh right, and when I left my old place, i figured that would be a fitting time to close the doors on Morena Studios, my little set up there, and now, here in my new spot I have a new setup. So allow me to proudly announce that this episode was recorded on and mixed at Milky Way Studios in Oakland, CA.

 

 

I don’t do these on a set schedule, so subscribing via your favorite pod portal really is the best way to get every episode, 

 

If you are enjoying these and want to drop us a rating or review, please do. It’s the easiest way to support the show. 

 

I recorded myself leaving a review for a show last ep and that worked! I got a few new ratings and a review saying I have ‘Golden Retriever Energy.’ which I can’t really deny. I’ll take it.  

 

So I’m reviewing another show this episode. And since this episode ended up being all about partners and companionship, I’m going to review a new podcast called ‘How We Met: A Queer Love Archive’

 

This show started in late January, and it’s hosted by Xandra McMahon, who creates each episode by letting a couple tell their story of how they got together in clips like those scenes with the older couples in When Harry Met Sally. 

 

I work with Xandra, she’s aces as both a person and a podcaster. And she makes a show that both has interesting content and sounds great, too. 

 

Okay, so getting back the ipad out, going to the purple icon for the podcasting, To the top right for the search bar. – How We Met – Queer – there it is. – Scroll down to the ratings and reviews, click leave a review. 

 

This is all faster for me now because I did it last episode so I remember where to go this time. Okay. so putting 5 stars and then typing my review, 

 

These are so lovely and charming. Magic on tape.

 

I love how the storytelling takes center stage on this show as couples share their memories of falling in love with each other. Really beautiful stuff. 

 

There, submitted. This time it took under 2 minutes. I bet by the end of the season I can be like Nic Cage and get it done in under 60 seconds, the dream.

 

And remember, the whole point of this thing was really just to make the extended-analogy that Guitar Hero is basically the same as kissing, so – you’re welcome for that.

 

Anyway, until next time. I’m Scot Maupin, and thanks for listening to The Perfect Show.

 

( 50 eggs)

 

The Perfect Show is Back! Welcome to the first episode of Season 3. This episode is all about looking back at every episode of the podcast so far, and looking forward at where the show will go from here.

 

To do that we take a sound-design journey down to the Perfectorium itself, the Index of Perfect Things. Join me as I gives you a full tour during the episode. It’s more fun than a simple clip show should probably be, but it’s been a long while and I just couldn’t wait to jump back in with both feet.

 

This is my chance to get back on mic and boy do I go wild with sound effects and some silly bits. It’s almost like I’ve been just itching to get back to publishing so I would have this outlet to be both silly and sincere again. 

 

Music from this episode by:

Shawn Korkie – https://www.fiverr.com/shawnkorkie

Fernando Darder – https://www.fiverr.com/fernandodarder

Gelyan – https://www.fiverr.com/gelyanov

Komiku – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku

Aandy Valentine – https://www.fiverr.com/aandyvalentine

 

 

 

 

The Perfect Show Episode 16 – Oops, All Updates – Production Transcript:

  • Hi, and welcome to The Perfect Show. I’m your host, Scot Maupin. I’m what you might call a perfection prospector, sifting through life looking for little things or experiences that could be considered ‘perfect.’ Join me each episode as I examine one topic that I’m presenting as a little nugget of perfection.

 

Hello again, It’s Scot. Long time no talk. it’s been over 2 years since the last episode, and I just sort of disappeared with no real explanation. 

 

Which I guess sets me up perfectly again for my all time favorite drop:

 

[HEY HEY I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT]

 

That’s right. I’m back, with a new season of The Perfect Show, 

 

So yeah, I’ll talk a little about what happened during my time away, and also thought this would be a great excuse to go back through the old episodes and add any updates or developments that have happened since they came out. 

 

So first, about me, I’ve had a lot of things change, both personally and professionally. I’ll dive into some things here, and I’ll save some things for later episodes.

 

I still have been making podcasts during my hiatus. Just of a different variety than this one, I made about 100 episodes of a weekly show called Solutions From the Multiverse with my cohost Adam Braus, 

 

I also, during the break spent a year teaching high school, like as a real teacher teacher, which was fun, I got to do a little podcasting with the kids after school, introduce them to the process, and then I also got a second job with a podcasting company making podcasts with professors and producing episodes for them. A second job which has since become my main job. Hooray!

 

Let’s see, what else? Well, I have two new cats, who I’m sure will barge their way onto the mic and I’ll have to introduce them at some point or another, I had a car stolen via a tik-tok trend, I illustrated a book with my Dad and he’s so excited about it that’s he’s already plotted out the next 25 books in the series (no lie). It’s great. 

 

But back to my task of updating you on old episodes of the podcast…and, well, what better way to do that than by heading down and taking a stroll through the Perfectorium, itself. That’s right, the real Perfectorium, The index of Perfect Things. 

 

So in previous episodes, I always end by saying that that item or experience is now entered into the Perfectorium, the index of perfect things. And there is a page on the podcast’s website cataloging these items, which you can find at perfectshowpodcast.com/perfectorium, spelled like it sounds, of course.

 

But that’s just an online catalog of the contents of a physical location. Where I keep the physical assets for the web pages. The brick-and-mortar Perfectorium. It’s actually a real place where I can go to visit each exhibit from the show. A fortress of perfectude, if you will. Oh what’s that? You won’t? Okay, I guess that’s fair.

Okay so the perfectorium is pretty important. As the world’s only catalog of perfect things, it holds a certain place in the effort to preserve the best of humanity for the future. Like most-MOST important is the human seed vault thing in Norway, but the Perfectorium ranks a close second, is my understanding, so it’s located a classified distance beneath the earth’s surface. 

 

That’s why it’s down here at the bottom of so many steps (and sci-fi elevators). 

 

Ah, and now the one and only Pefectorium, safely tucked away on the other side of this hermetic seal.

 

So we’ll go through the episodes, one by one, and talk about the show a little bit in the process.

 

Episode 1 was the animated short film Billy’s Balloon by Don Hertzfeldt, No updates for this film, but he has a new one that came out just this past May of 2024 titled ‘ME’ and it’s touring different cities and theaters now, so you can find the schedule and all that stuff at bitterfilms.com

 

Episode 2 was my year with Moviepass. I made this when it was a dead thing and I was reminiscing about it, but it’s since come back. I actually got a moviepass membership again, briefly. It was a point system and way more complicated to me and less generous so I ended up stopping my membership again, I have joined the AMC one though, AMC A-List, and have been super happy with it for the past year plus. It might honestly be my favorite subscription of all the streaming services and subscriptions that I pay for.

 

Just recently however, like last month, the founder of MoviePass, Ted Farnsworth, has formally pled guilty of defrauding investors, so I guess things are starting to catch up for some of the people.

 

Episode 3 was Baseball on the Radio, and the only update I wanted to put here was that I saw that in 2022 Vin Scully, the voice of the Los Angeles Dodgers, passed away, and there was an enormous outpouring of touching messages about how much his voice meant to people, and it was really cool to hear other people express similar feelings about hearing games called over the radio.

 

Episode 4 was the Perfect Road – and no real update here as I’ve not been back to Kansas since I made it. So that means there’s a perfect stretch of road just sitting there, patiently waiting for lucky drivers to discover for themselves.

 

Episode 5 was my Haunted House song, which I regret to inform you, and you will be surprised to learn, has NOT become a modern Halloween classic QUITE yet, still in the hundred of views, but that’s okay. I know it’ll catch fire one of these years and blow up big. I just gotta be patient.

 

Okay, Episode 6 was my Princess Mononoke and Miyazaki episode and I’ve since seen his most recent film The Boy and the Heron, but Mononoke is still my favorite. – uhh, Hot take at the risk of opening up a whole can of worms? I may not be a total Miyazaki guy I realize as I get older. Like the more I see, the more I am like – meeehhh. I dont know. There are a few of his that are top tier for me, – Those are Princess Mononoke and My Neighbor Totoro,  but most of the others I’m realizing rate for me much lower, overall. Okay, uh, send hatemail to me too, but you’ll have to find the contact info yourself, I’m not plugging it again here just so you can get into a Miyazaki-off with me.

 

Episode 7 was the tiny tents episode, and after I made this episode, I got connected with a company called Cat Camp that also makes miniature sized tents, but ones specifically for cats. So now I have two tiny tents. The original yellow one, and this new red Cat Camp tent. I gotta say they are both cool, but the cat camp one has a bigger doorway, a fuzzy floor inside and just seems like it’s made more for cats to enjoy…which is because it is. But it’s absolutely excellent. Both tents currently reside in the catio I made for my cats last year, which is a big outdoor enclosure I built out of wood and wire fencing and then put in a bunch of shelves and platforms for them to climb all around on.

 

Episode 8 was the Ten Yen Arcade, and if you liked this topic-space, we will be heading back to spend some more time in the world of Japanese Arcades next episode.

I’d also retroactively designate this as the first episode of Season 2, where I feel like I really leveled up the complexity of the episodes both technically and thematically.

 

Episode 9 was my exploration of multi-language songs, and singers who sing their songs in more than one language. Even after this episode came out it sent me down a rabbit hole of K-pop that I still haven’t fully climbed out of yet. I discovered that BoA, who I talked about a lot on that episode, is part of a K-Pop supergroup called Girls on Top and then I went down a whole search spiral of the different bands from the various members like Aespa and Red Velvet and Girl’s Generation, and learned about all sorts of things like how the bands BlackPink and Red Velvet actually do put out their songs and albums, at least sometimes, in Japanese and also English versions. And guess what, I like a lot of them. If you’re in my car and ask to listen to K-pop on the drive, I got you, i might be a little dated though – that K-pop world moves very fast, and I’m discovering it’s easy to fall behind.

 

Episode 10 was the compliment call in, nothing new there other than I think there isn’t a need for a call-in message line anymore. I mean, at this point I think most people could figure out how to record a voice memo and email it the next time I put a call out for audio. 

 

So, I let the call-in Google number go, if you have something to send to me, just contact me like a normal person using standard 2025 methods. 

 

Episode 11 was Morena, still a very special episode to me, and no new updates for it, as far as I know. 

 

Episode 12 was about seeing the Taj Mahal at sunrise, and for my present day counterpart I visited a houseboat in Sausalito, CA, designed to look like a floating Taj Mahal. Well, two winters back, some months after I had made the episode, there was a stretch hard weather in Sausalito and in March of 2023, a bomb cyclone blew through the area where the floating Taj was docked, knocked out some key windows and kicked up big enough waves to cause the the whole vessel to take on enough water to sink. There was a bit of a hubbub about what to do next, but what I was reading said that they determined it would have been more expensive to demolish and remove the taj than to refloat it and restore it, so in April 2023 they got the Sausalito Taj back up and floating, but no word yet on what’s going on inside damage-wise or what it’s ultimate fate will be. 

 

I also visited it again since this, and it IS much more boarded up. it has a different sort of feel, not quite the same, or maybe I’m imagining that because I know what happened, But regardless, I’m glad I got to see it before all of that. I just didn’t know how good my timing truly was.

 

Episode 13 was my 3 am cruise ship excursion that turned into witnessing a huge brawl. No new updates, no new cruises for ME, but a friend did go on a cruise later and happened to recognize that it was the same ship I was on due to my description of the giant Frankenstein in the Frankenstein-themed nightclub. So he sent me a picture and also reported no fights on his cruise. Guess I just got lucky with that one. hoo.

 

Episode 14 was for Park Golf, the Japanese sport that I love, and got to play again on a golf course here. Since that episode, I’ve found another local course that let me play, so I got to Park Golf that year with my dad when he came out to visit, and I also got contacted by a man named Gary Livesay, who owns USA Park Golf and USA Grass Golf, where they make and sell beautiful clubs, balls, and other Park Golf gear here in the US. We connected over our love for the game, and Gary even sent me one of his new clubs and balls to try out this season once it’s spring and I can get out on the course again. Seriously gorgeous gear, I really can’t wait to play some rounds with it

 

And then Episode 15 was the Pink Shoes/Punk Shows episode, where I talked about compliments, and also found myself at my first ever punk show for a band called Rival Squad – who I connected with and interviewed on the episode. They’re still out there rocking, too. Go see them if you get a chance. And I’m now retroactively counting this episode as the end of season 2. This was also the most listened to episode of the show, so thank you to all the new listeners. 

 

And that’s it. Whew, That catches us up to now. I haven’t put out anything on THIS feed for over two years, and I’m nervous about how this will go, but I was always thinking about it, because honestly this is what I love creating the most right now. That means I’m ready to bring you a season 3, starting with this episode, part of what is currently 6 episodes that I have planned.

 

I also have to think about the show format. I like making these super crafted episodes with tape and narration and custom music and sound effects and things, but I also think I want to find a way to connect with you all more regularly than that allows, and maybe find a middle-ground where, i dont know,  between full episodes I can release smaller less produced things checking in or just connecting more regularly.

 

I’m happy to be back, I’m thrilled to be making The Perfect Show show again, and I’m excited for you to hear what I’ve got planned.

 

So with that, I guess we can close the seal on the old perfectorium once more and head back up to the surface. No new entry from this episode, but visiting and updating the old entries felt like a nice bridge-episode after a long hiatus, and a good way to start publishing again after the break.

 

The show’s website is PerfectShowPodcast.com. You can still catch me on twitter, at scotmaupin, or send an email to perfectshowshow@gmail.com, or find me any number of places online, really. Just look a little bit, I’m very findable.  

 

I’m gonna try to put these out about once a month, but I’m doing it around a full-time job, so like always the schedule is more of a general guide, and things are finished when they’re finished.

 

That leads me to this point where I can present you with my freshly finished trailer for season 3, which dropped right before this episode to mark the beginning of the new season.

 

So here’s the trailer for the upcoming season 3 of The Perfect Show. And while you listen I’ll make my way back up to surface level. 

 

Enjoy!

 

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Hi, I’m Scot Maupin, and welcome to The Perfect Show – where in a series of very much unperfect episodes, I bring you the story of one thing I’ve flagged as a perfect object or experience from my life. I tell you about it, we explore what makes it so special, and then I try to recreate it in some way in the present, and hopefully fall down some weird rabbit holes along the way. 

 

On season 3 of the Perfect Show, first up: I’ll be covering a Japanese arcade game I played obsessively, the best 4th of July of my life, and we’ll try to figure out if you can still find any good treasures for $5. 

 

We’ll head back to southern Japan for a surprising haircut, venture inside for once to examine memories of memories, and then I’ll recruit some help to try and build the perfect version of the best superhero. 

 

Listen in as I chase these perfect things, and chew on what that perfection even means, trying to find out something new and interesting each time about the world and also myself.

I know I should have some cool clips from these upcoming episodes, but this is a one person operation, and the truth is I make them as I go so I can’t play you clips because they simply do not exist yet. 

 

The show is me. It’s my attempt to shine a light on positive things and putting good things out there to help balance the bad stuff in the world, but it’s very much just my brain translated through a microphone. I hope you’ll give it a listen.

 

Season 3 of the perfect show – six new episodes, made one at a time, wherever you get your podcasts, in 2025. 

 

And as always, thank you for listening to The Perfect Show. 

[50 Eggs] 

 

So, then, check back here in a few weeks time for the next proper episode, which will be about the Japanese Arcade Drumming Game – Taiko no Tatsujin. 

 

Or you could also just susbcribe, that way you will know for sure when it comes out and be able to hear it before all your friends and coworkers spoil it for you because they just can’t stop talking about it all day at the water cooler.

 

This episode was recorded at the undisclosed location of the Perfectorium, and mixed at Milky Way Studios in Oakland, California. 

 

And also, I know I usually do the whole rate/review/subscribe thing each episode, and that’s a real request. I make this show by myself for the most part, and so if I had to pick one that I’d prefer you do, it’d be leave a review. When you take the time to leave a review on Apple or give it a rating, I’m the one who sees that, and it’s been pretty nice, but for this episode, and I’m going to try to do this for each episode this season, I want to just record myself doing the thing I’m asking you to do, and the process involved.

 

And, it’s for sure not cool to leave a review on your own show, so you get to hear me leave a review for another show.

 

And this time I’m going to review a show called The Sheist Podcast, which is a movie podcast by Nick Sheist. 

 

Okay, so to leave an apple podcast review, which is where a review probably does the most good, I have to look the show up on an apple device. Either in Itunes on a computer or the podcasts app on a phone or tablet. Since my phone is an android, I’ll be using my daughter’s iPad.

 

Nick, the host, actually puts out a few different movie podcasts and other cool content. He’s also made a twitter group with some other friendly film folk where I enjoy talking about movies. I was on an episode of his podcast Bad Movies We Love talking about Meet Joe Black – which I love. But this time I am leaving a message for his show The Sheist Podcast.

 

Okay, so I open up the apple podcasts app on the ipad, I type the title into the search bar here at the (bottom? top?), There it is, I recognize the purple cover art. scroll down it lets me either drop just a star rating or write a review, i’m taking the write a review option, and now it lets me give 5 stars, and the title is

 

Great Way to Keep Up with The Movies

Nick and Christen do an excellent  job covering what films are coming up and coming out each week. They clearly love movies and know them well and it’s great to hear them share their analysis on both the films they’ve seen and also the industry as well. Thanks, guys!

 

Also if you want to do that and leave a review for this show, it doesn’t have to be earnest. I mean it can be, but you can also just give me a good rating and write something funny, too. I mean, I’m sensitive, so don’t get too crazy, but yeah. Why not? Let’s see if this helps get any new reviews. I’ll be checking.

 

I also would love you to share the show with someone, of course.

I’m trying to build the audience – really Rebuild an audience – and what I’ve learned podcasting professionally now is that it really does happen best with word of mouth, still, and I’ll do my part, okay? 

 

I mean this is the one episode, since it’s all updates, that may not be a good entry point, but if you will share the trailer for season 3 with someone you think might get it, and enjoy what I’m doing here, I’ll keep making each episode the best I possibly can. I know, it’s a hollow threat, I’m  doing that anyway, but what I’m trying to say is I got your back, if you do this for me, I won’t leave you hanging, I’m gonna deliver solid episodes with humor and heart and the person you recommended it to will be all like – ‘aw yeah, whoever sent this my way is rad’  

 

Oops, the chopper’s here. The multi-national coalition that controls this land only opens up the airspace for really short windows so I gotta go now or we’ll get blown up by the podcast missile defense system. Anyway. As always, I really appreciate you spending your time with me, I’m Scot Maupin, and thank you for listening to The Perfect Show!

This episode Scot dives into the world of compliments, via the story of a pair of pink shoes. What’s so special about pink shoes? Scot explores how they act as a magnet for compliments, and what is even going on there. 

 

Scot also ventures into some new territory by going to a local punk show and meeting a band there. Hear his voyage into live music for the first time since college, and discover a strong connection between pink shoes and punk shows that wasn’t obvious at the beginning.

Special thanks to listener Steven, Jeff Clemens (https://twitter.com/jclemy) , and of course Nicole, Jerry, Julio and Israel, aka Rival Squad for the interview and introduction to punk.

 

 

The Perfect Show Episode 15 – Pink Shoes/Punk Shows – Production Transcript:

I’m tremendously fascinated by compliments. Not in the way where you compliment me I drop everything and am like ‘go on, tell me more…’ but in the way that I contend a successful compliment pulls off the closest you can come to a real magic trick. Now I don’t believe in magical powers, but I do believe in the power of compliments. 

I’ve seen them change moods, or shift whole situations. I’ve seen compliments stop fights, and also open locked doors. Kind of like magic words, actually. 

On today’s episode of the podcast, I want to explore compliments and the energy they produce, and one surprising lightning rod I’ve found to attract that energy, a simple pair of pink shoes.

 

So what am I talking about with compliments producing energy? Well, I’m saying what happens, for me anyway, when someone gives me a compliment, especially when it’s unexpected, it gives me a little, almost literal, zip of energy. It feels like an extra little charge just runs through my system. That term ‘brighten someone’s day?’ That is what it can seem like, and after a compliment you might see someone perk up some, walk a little straighter, or smile in some way. 

That’s why I compare them to magic words. You say them and sometimes there’s an immediate, noticeable, real-world effect. 

But some physicists out there may be shouting – Scot, that would put you at odds with the law of conservation of energy, which says energy can be neither created nor destroyed, only converted from one form to another.  That’s a good point, and also thanks for listening, weird-pedantic-physicist-guy.

I don’t think we are at odds with the law of conservation of energy, because I think it’s not actually creating any energy, merely transferring it like the law says. All genuine compliments start with one thing in common: attention. 

That attention is then the energy that gets transfered to the other person through the compliment. You notice someone’s new haircut, or nicely matched outfit, pay attention to a child’s work at school, or some artist’s new creation. It takes a little effort. It takes a little time to learn how to always be looking for those things, but you translate that attention into some kind of a compliment, and when it hits it’s destination, it can acctually lift the spirits of whoever is on the receiving end.

They’re not the only one affected either. I mean, if I land a compliment and I can tell it was successful, I get a little zing out of it too. Sort of positive shrapnel that radiates off the compliment and gets you as well. Which, I guess, speaks to how powerful of a thing attention is, and how much energy is really involved in it.  

So, as always, when I need a little infallible wisdom on a subject, I turn to the world of Hollywood. Movies, The silver screen. Um…cinema….the pictures….okay, but we’re talking big budget studios, rooms full of award-winning writers, people who can and do work obsessively over a screenplay until every last letter and punctuation mark are perfect.

So then, when I google the best compliments in the history of movies, what comes up? I mean, it’s a pretty subjective thing, but there does seem to be a consensus for number one, actually. 

I think this one gets noticed in part because it’s got big actors, it did pretty good with awards, nabbing Oscars for leading actor, leading actress, supporting actor, and best picture, and well, it not only gives a compliment, but that compliment happens during a discussion about compliments, and then it gets commented on directly, so I think it’s especially highlighted in people’s memories. 

I’m speaking of the 1997 movie As Good As It Gets, written by James L. Brooks, starring Jack Nicholson and Helen Hunt, both of whom won Academy Awards for their roles, like I said. In the film Nicholson is a prickly writer who is rude and downright awful to everyone around him, and Hunt is a waitress with far too much patience with a person like that, but there’s a famous scene in the middle when they’re having dinner together and it starts like this:

[AS GOOD AS IT GETS CLIP ONE]

And then Jack proceeds to ramble about himself and not wanting to take a medication his doctor prescribed while Helen stares at him and then he finally gets to this destination.

[AS GOOD AS IT GETS CLIP 2]

Yuuup. I’m Team Helen here. It’s not a compliment for her. Okay, so what do you have to say to that, Jack?

[AS GOOD AS IT GETS – YOU MAKE ME WANT TO BE A BETTER MAN]

Oooh, okay, Helen, let him have it. 

 

What? Noooo. Helen. I mean, they sell it, they are great actors, but that’s a TERRIBLE compliment, Helen. That’s when you should be saying this one again:

[AS GOOD AS IT GETS – I DON’T QUITE GET HOW THAT’S A COMPLIMENT FOR ME]

 

So when Jack pulls out the “You make me want to be a better man” thing, it’s not congratulating or praising anything about Helen’s character. He’s commenting on himself. And I know some people will be like – yeah that’s the point they are making because he’s such a self-centered guy that that’s all he can muster and it’s a huge thing for him, and sure, fine, but it still is a terrible compliment, that still makes it all about him, and Helen shouldn’t have said 

[THAT’S THE BEST COMPLIMENT IVE EVER GOTTEN IN MY LIFE]

Because it wasn’t even a compliment!

Can you imagine telling someone about it? Like trying to tell someone about the compliment you just got?

 

Wow, you’re not going to believe the compliment I just got. 

Ooh, tell me!

Well, you know that awful guy? The one everyone hates? Well, he said I make him want to uh be better.  

Better than… awful?

Uh, yeah, I guess.

But not even good, just…better than completely awful?

…Yeah.

And then he gave you a compliment?

No, that was the compliment.

Oh.

But Nicholson and Hunt were on top of their games, delivered their lines like real pros, and it worked. I’m not saying it didn’t work, just that it doesn’t make sense, and I think it sort of should if it’s going to get marked down as the best compliment in movie history. 

And I’ll argue it actually took that crown from another famous romance relationship movie that came out just one year earlier, The Cameron Crowe smash hit from 1996, Starring Tom Cruise and Renee Zellweger. I’m talking, of course, about the film Jerry Maguire. 

 

If you haven’t seen it, Jerry Maguire, Tom Cruise, is a sports agent who leaves his big agency to go at it solo and Zellweger plays a single mother who doesn’t know if she and Maguire are partners in business, in romance, in both, or in neither. 

It’s a great movie. Tom Cruise is doing his thing, and Rene Zellweger kills it. Cuba Gooding Jr. Pulls down an oscar for his role, Regina King and Jonathan Lipnicki are perfect, and everyone starts quoting Jerry Maguire all over the place. 

Two of the most famous lines are actually in the clip I want to play. At a time when they have been apart, an emotional Tom Cruise comes to see Renee Zellweger and gives a manic, impassioned speech to win her back, which culminates in this:

[JERRY MAGUIRE CLIP – YOU COMPLETE ME SHUT UP YOU HAD ME AT HELLO]

Okay, Renee, fair enough, Jerry Maguire could probably have me at ‘hello’ too. I mean, we’re talking Tom Cruise in 1996, at the peak of his Tom Cruisiness. He could probably ‘have at hello’ most of us, if we’re being honest. That’s not where my qualm is. I’m talkin’ about this part…

[YOU COMPLETE ME]

Okay, Helen, can you come here real quick, what was that thing you said?

[I DON’T QUITE GET HOW THAT’S A COMPLIMENT FOR ME]

Right. ‘You complete me?’ Is that a compliment? Lets run it through the simulator again:

 

Picked up another compliment. This time from Jerry.

Oh, what did he say?

Well, he was giving a big speech and then at the end he said ‘You complete me.’

…and that’s the compliment then?

…yeah. Why?

What’s he complimenting about you?

Well…he’s complimenting my…

…yeah…

…ability to complete him.

Ugh…

But honestly? It didn’t matter what he said. He already had me at ‘hello.’

Totally fair. It’s Jerry Maguire. I get it.

 

But yeah, that’s another one, just like As Good As It Gets, where it’s not really a compliment at all. It’s totally about the person saying it, completely self-centered, and just pretending to be a compliment. And if these are the best examples that movies have to offer well then maybe this topic needs a bit of attention, so we can define the bounds of what is actually a compliment, and then also maybe explore what the flip side of that would be.

All of this compliment talk got me to thinking about the best compliment I’ve ever received. And once I decided to get into the story of what that was, I actually wanted to reach out and see what other good compliment stories I could find, so I made a mini-episode about it a few months ago with a number to call in and tell me stories of your best compliments and now I’d like to play a listener story that I received.

[STEVEN STORY ]

Thank you, Steven. That’s like the strongest endorsement you can get as a writer. I read what you wrote and now I’m open to joining lives together? Sounds like it was really well written indeed.

So piggybacking off of that, my perfect compliment came when I was living in Japan, and it’s much less the result of my own actions than Steven’s. Actually it happened when I was with my friend Jeff Clemens, who was on the Park Golf episode with me, but we also sat down and talked compliments when he was here, too.

[AUDIO OF JEFF AND SCOT TALKING PERFECT COMPLIMENT]

Now I’m sure this was only necessary for me, really. Everyone else probaby already has the history of Brad Pitt’s hairstyles locked in their long term memory, still rattling around from those late nights in the quad studying to get their Brad Phd degrees, which of course stands for ‘Brad Pitt, Hunky Dude’ degrees. 

Brad is a long hair boy sometimes. Troy, Legends of the Fall, Interview with a Vampire. He’s got a short scruffy cut more often, like in Seven, 12 Monkeys, and the Oceans movies, but he’s only done that buzz cut like I had a couple of times. 

 

This means this kind old Japanese lady was most likely thinking of the movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the Doug Liman flick where Pitt starred alongside Angelina Jolie as competing assassins who also have the hots for each other, or something. I dunno. I think it was mainly an excuse to film beautiful people and large explosions with movie cameras, but that description actually applies well to a ton of films.

So we’re talking Mr. and Mrs. Smith Brad Pitt. The timing works out, that would have been a movie in circulation back then, and the only other option for a buzzcutt Brad Pitt at that time would have been like the last third of Fight Club, so I think the Smiths are a safer bet. 

Though this lady did look like a pretty strict rule follower, so if she was into Fight Club I imagine she wouldn’t have told me about it per club rules 1 …and 2. 

 

Now was there a reason I was telling you this? Yes. Was it partly to tell people that I was compared to Brad Pitt once? Yes. Does it help that this is an audio medium and people can’t see what I actually look like as I tell them this? Maybe. But there is a larger point to why I’m bringing this up. 

It was a momentary thing, completely unprompted and sort of silly, actually, but it has stayed with me all these years, and thinking back on that small momentary thing still brings a smile to my face, as it has many times since it happened. It was a gift she gave me that I still have the power to tap into and mine little bits of real positive energy out of.

 

So I maintain a pretty basic wardrobe. I wear jeans most of the time, I have t-shirts with different things on them but I usually am wearing a plain long-sleeve shirt over the top covering it up. That’s my usual look, and I’ve been sticking with it for a while now.

I don’t do much to accessorize. No necklaces or piercings or pins, but one thing I have come to enjoy immensely is a pair of colorful shoes.  

Now colorful or crazy shoes on someone whose whole outfit is also crazy can be too much, that might be a person to avoid for any number of reasons, but someone with an exceedingly normal outfit except for one fun accent like colorful shoes? Well, that’s just some good clean fun.

Right now the shoes I wear for this purpose are all the same make and model. My habit of owning several different colors of the exact same article of clothes extends, of course, to my shoes too. 

The shoe I go with, my regular shoe, is the Chuck Taylor All-Stars by Converse. They’re the classic canvas high top shoe with a thick white sole and a white shell toe. There’s a circle with a star and Chuck Taylor’s signature in it on each ankle. In fact, the shoes are often just called “Chuck Taylor’s” or “Chucks.”

Yes! I knew I’d get a chance to paraphrase some Wikipedia to you, okay, here we go. I had thought Chuck Taylor was a famous basketball player from before my time. I mean, to get his name on the most iconic tennis shoe of a generation?

And he was a basketball player, but Wikipedia lists his name with the word ‘salesman’ in parentheses afterward. 

Taylor was born in 1901, only 10 years after basketball was invented, and 5 years before they switched from using peach baskets to metal hoops. So he played in high school and then went semi-pro. Pro basketball wasn’t at all like it is today. There was certainly no NBA. That wouldn’t start until 1946, so Chuck Taylor played on his first team, which disbanded after his first season, a bunch of other teams, and by the 20s he was a shoe salesman for Converse. 

He would eventually become the player-manager of the Converse All-Stars, a basketball team based out of Chicago that would put on traveling clinics and exhibitions sponsored by Converse to go around and show off and sell their shoes.A shoe that with the input of Chuck Taylor would become the Converse All-Stars that we know now.

A shoe that became so famous and unrivaled that most basketball players wore these shoes for 50 years, from the 20s through the 70s, and they were the official shoe for the Olympic games from 1936-68. At their height in the 60’s, this one model of shoe accounted for 70-80% of the entire basketball shoe market. That’s astounding. 

 

But I didn’t know anything about that when I decided this was the tennis shoe I wanted to wear. I saw this shoe in movies like Back to the Future, Rocky, in comic books and cartoons. To me this shoe was the shorthand for tennis shoe, when I drew my own cartoon characters, if they were in tennis shoes, they almost always wore Chucks. 

Once I unlocked the high school achievement of being old enough to work, drive, and buy my own clothes, I found a Converse outlet store near where I grew up. My feet have been size 13 since I was in 8th grade. I got my height later, but my flippers were large early. And Converse All Stars have always been the same at least as long as I’ve been wearing them, so once I knew and liked the fit of my size in that shoe, I have been able to buy new ones confidently without needing to try them on at all ever since.

It saves me time. It saves me hassle. It’s honestly one of the things I appreciate most about this long standing tradition of mine. 

 

I appreciated the memory of it even more when I moved to Japan, my shoe size jumped from 13 to 31, and the selection of footwear available to me fell to zero. There were rumors. People would swear this one store had huge shoes – they may have had one pair of 28s. Or we should go to this bowling alley because they carry every size – which ended up meaning they topped out at 29. 

By the time I moved to Hokkaido I had all but given up on finding shoes my size in Japan at all, just wore what I had, which had been holding up until then. 

They would not have held up the whole 4 years in Hokkaido, though. Apart from the time and regular wear and tear itself, Hokkaido is rough on shoes. Whether it’s the summers spent hiking and exploring nature, or the winters sloshing around snow, ice, and road salt, my shoes wore out there faster than anyplace else I’ve ever lived. 

Funnily enough, it was an outlet store that again came to my rescue. A whole outlet mall, actually. We found a huge outlet mall with many Japanese but also many American stores and brands in Chitose, Hokkaido. A suburb city next to Sapporo where Hokkaido’s main airport is.

 

And this mall had a Nike outlet store, and inside I found two pairs of shoes my size. I think one was a plain shoe that would be good for some boring Japanese office work situations, but the other pair was actually, uh, how do I describe it? They were white, and green, and blue, and yellow, and uh, I think a little purple in a few places. They were really colorful. I did buy them but only after a bit of hesitation. Me, the person in desperate need of footwear, debating whether or not I could wear a pair of loudly colored shoes. My reasoning was that I had actually never worn a pair of shoes that intentionally stuck out before. 

 

Prior to this I had focused my shoe energy on trying to fit in, or at least blend in, the best I could in most situations. Loud shoes that say ‘notice me’ would have been the last thing I would want to wear. But now I was in a world where blending in wasn’t ever an option. I was never going to fit in, no matter what, in Japan, and anything I wore on my feet would have to get in line behind a lot of other things about my whole look that said ‘notice me’ constantly.

I know I started out by saying I love a pair of colorful shoes, but it’s because of these shoes. This was my first colorful pair. At first it was a situation of beggars can’t be choosers. I needed shoes. These were in my size. There was no telling when or if I would find other options in my size without going across an ocean, and back then online shopping really wasn’t what it is now. 

But the more I wore them, the more I enjoyed them. I liked seeing the little flash of color out of the bottom of my peripheral vision as I walked. I liked seeing them on a shoe rack in a lineup of super similar black and brown pairs of shoes. I mean, that was hilarious anyway, because they looked COMICALLY LARGE in those situations, and usually stuck out the back of the shoe rack or some other thing that would make me basically feel like a sasquatch on a daily basis.

But I loved those bright colorful shoes. I loved having them. I wore them to schools, I wore them park golfing, I wore them walking around on the snow, and playing basketball. I wore them when I moved back to the states and wore them until they wore out and fell apart. 

 

During all that time I picked up random compliments all over from people. Just out and about, kids and adults alike would just sometimes comment on my shoes, and they proved at times to be excellent ice-breakers and conversation starters all on their own. 

Meanwhile back in the states, after the demise of my colorful Nike’s I’ll admit I just bought random shoes for a while until I happened to discover that I was once again close to my old friend, the Converse Factory Outlet Store. 

I switched back to Chuck Taylors. Before Japan I had always gone high tops, but a stretch in Japan and then also in California where taking off shoes to enter houses is a more common occurrence, made lacing the high top Chucks up and also taking them off a huge pain, so I started mixing in the low-top version of the shoe as well. 

 

The way I understand the outlet, shoes that don’t sell at other stores are cycled out and make their way to this outlet store, where they are then marked down further and also put on sale on top of that.

And at least in my size it’s usually chock full of bright and colorful options that have fallen through the whole system getting to this final stop. 

After discounts and coupons I usually walk away with a new pair of Chuck Taylors for $10-30. I can come in and be done shopping in only a few minutes because, again,  I literally never have to try the shoes on. I know exactly what my size is and exactly how it’ll fit.

I find comfort in that. Buying the same thing over and over again. And maybe it’s the pleasure of efficient shopping, maybe. But maybe also it’s the safety and security of knowing anytime something wears out, gets damaged, destroyed, or fails in some way, I can replace it easily, quickly, but more importantly exactly.  

 

I have found shoes to be the place to come out of my shell a little bit in an outfit. It helps that the whacky and bright colored shoes are usually th e cheapest in the store. I didn’t document this, but anecdotally, I feel that I’ve seen that the more out there and odd colors and styles usually sport the lower price tags. So I tried a few low tops with fun colors, and really liked the accent. I also got random compliments, many from kids, and even teens, which, I’m not going to lie, when a teenager compliments your clothes it feels sort of like – ok. Feather in my cap, there. –  

I’ve notic  ed shoe compliments while wearing brightly colored yellow, purple, blue, and green Chucks, but I got decidedly more when I wore my pair of pink low top chuck taylors, the shoes that I’m placing at the center of this whole thing I’m trying to describe here about compliments.

I got some non-bright colors from time to time over the years, too. Like black, white, and gray, but the colorful ones are by far my favorite, and now I’ve gotten to a point where when I go in, the more colorful or wild the design is, the quicker I lock it up. Those are the ones I look for exclusively, the weird statement shoes, or the ones that are going to prompt some sort of response, I guess. 

 

A pair of bright pink shoes instantly gave my usual outfit just the right amount of personality, and made it look good, I thought. 

The difference in compliments I got when wearing these shoes versus any other I had ever tried was undeniable. It had to be the shoes. They were the only variable I changed in my regular uniform. These pink shoes sparked comments often, and at a variety of places. 

The gym, the grocery store, a restaurant, a doctor’s office, honestly it could be anywhere, really. And any random compliment would genuinely give me just a little boost, which would last different amounts of time, but still it was always there. That’s why I talk about compliments in terms of generating or transferring energy. That’s what I would feel happening to me in these shoes. Just getting a random compliment out of nowhere? Is there a way to measure how much renewable energy that produces? I mean, it’s not nothing. 

 

But there were also…the other comments. I talked about the compliments, but the pink shoes also served as a – well, let’s call them ‘crab detectors.’ The same way that when I wore my pink shoes there was a noticeable uptick in people saying nice things about them, which was most people, to be fair, there was also a noticeable uptick in people who would use a man wearing pink shoes as a chance to show…well, what a crab they were.

A crabby person might look at my feet and say something like [sarcastically] “Oh, hey, really nice shoes…” Or something along – I mean it wasn’t always exactly that or the same thing, but you know, and in that way they actually functioned really well for me on the crab detector front. 

I mean a lot of times you might be a few minutes into a conversation before a crab says something crabby and outs themselves, but this puts it up front. Crabby people who are going to say crabby things about my shoes usually open with them. 

 

By the way the best response when someone gives you a sarcastic comment like that, and I tested this a few times in these shoes, is to just take the sarcastic compliment as a genuine one. So when they give you a ‘hey really nice shoes’ sarcastically, you can reply back, in the most genuine way possible, ‘ aw thanks, yeah, I really like them.’ or something like that.

You have to play it completely straight, but I’ve found that this sort of deflates the crab, and puts them in the spot where they have to either drop it or then try to stick their heads back out to explain their crabby joke, and, well, crabs don’t like to come out of their shell when someone is there waiting for them, so it usually just ends there. Problem solved, oh, AND, extra compliment received! Double Points!

 

The pink low-top Chucks quickly became my go-to pair, and even though I had a few more on the shoe rack next to them, those only really went into rotation when I was running late and couldn’t find my pink ones or something. 

And what happened was that I literally wore them out so much that I literally wore them out. (have fun with that one, grammar nerds) but yeah, by the end I had worn the tread way down, the sole was coming apart from the rest of the shoe at the sides, they were cracked and dirty in a bunch of places, and well, I’d gotten much more than my original $14 worth out of them.

 

That was probably back over a year ago now, and there have been two major factors in play since then. The first is I’ve finally started acknowledging my backlog of Converses. Pairs that are in really good or even new shape that I should wear out before getting a whole bunch more. 

But the second factor is that x-factor that’s in play whenever you’re dealing with outlet stores, the inventory is constant but unpredictable. If something is there, it may be the only one of that style, and then it’s only there until it isn’t.

 

When I went in, for a really long time, I didn’t see the same style of pink shoes. I saw lots of wild styles, some even louder than my bright pink model, but having had so many pleasant experiences with my color and style, I had sort of convinced myself they were the perfect shoe, so that’s what I wanted to find.

And then, earlier this year, I walked in, like I did every so often, expecting to scan the shelves for a minute and turn back without finding my prize, but this time was different. This time I found what I had come for. Size 13 Converse Chuck Taylor All-stars in low top and the exact same bright pink that I had before.

 

After markdowns and discounts they were well under $20, like my first pair,  so I grabbed them and made the purchase. Pink shoes were back on the menu, baby.

 

Well, actually, I still had that backlog of previous shoes I was working on, so the pink shoes went directly into the closet! It was like that famous short story: “For save: pink shoes, never worn.”

 

But I’ve been wearing the other shoes out slowly, two by two, and I’ve really been anticipating getting those pink ones back into the mix someday. Looking for the perfect time. Looking for a good excuse.

 

Did I spend countless hours making a podcast just so I could justify wearing a pair of shoes? Well, actually, I was looking for a lot of things with this episode. I mean, I wanted to talk about my pink shoes, yeah, but then what? Like after I say I had pink shoes and the compliment stuff, where do I go next?

 

And so I googled the topic and my city to see what came up, actually this is a step that pretty much every episode of this podcast goes through where I google relevant words or phrases for the topic and check to see if there’s anything semi-local that I didn’t even know to be looking into. 

For this episode that meant searching a few terms, but among them was ‘Pink Shoes Oakland.’ 

 

Now I hit enter, but then google must have done a double take and been like – oh dear. This can’t be right, let’s help this poor soul out – so it took my search for ‘Pink Shoes Oakland’ and served me up a – right at the top, in blue, mind you – ‘Did you mean ‘Punk Shows Oakland?’’ as in there’s no way what you searched for is what you actually wanted to search for. There must be some mistake.

 

And I hesitated here, but ultimately this show is about me having new experiences. Well, really about me trying to have old experiences again, but also new experiences related to those old experiences. So my response? No, I did not mean ‘Punk Shows Oakland’…but I do NOW.

 

I wouldn’t say I’m a punk music person, per se. I mean, I think I’ve said this before, but I’m not much of a music person in general. I’ve only been to four concerts really, not counting small performances, or like my friend’s high school band, Carnivorous Grass, but four real concerts ever.

 

Number one was in high school, when my sister, the exchange student from Belgium we hosted one summer, my best friend – who I had a crush on but I couldn’t tell her – and I all went to Starlight Amphitheater in Kansas City to see my first real concert ever – Hootie and the Blowfish.

 

It was good! They played songs I knew from the radio. I got to stand there while they played ‘Hold My Hand’ wishing I was holding the hand of the girl next to me whose hand I was not holding… It was great!

 

But yeah, a bunch of hits, nice outdoor concert. It was a good time. 

 

My second concert was a festival in Lawrence, Kansas that I went to my freshman year of college when a girl on my dorm floor that I had a crush on invited me to go with her. I’m sorry, more accurately there was a sign up sheet open to anyone on our floor and she was the one organizing it. But that’s basically the same thing, right?

 

So I went out to a hot outdoor field where a couple of stages had been erected and wandered around some with various people from my dorm floor, wondering if I was going to run into the girl I had signed up for – I didn’t – and caught some bands in the process. The one I really remember being there for multiple songs of was Everclear, who I was actually pretty into. 

 

But after several hours of not accidentally on purpose running into the girl I liked, and realizing that there were really only three options of what to do with myself, which were walk around a field, stand still, or sit on some hay bales, I decided to head back to the dorm at that point and probably watch a Law and Order rerun or something else more my speed. 

 

Our dorms at KU were only a short walk away from the Lied Center, where the university put on lots of concerts and shows, and I was able to get tickets at a student discount to see Beck open up for the Flaming Lips in a pretty awesome show. That was number 3.

 

And my last concert was also in college, when I went with my girlfriend – see? I finally had a girlfriend for one, they aren’t all ‘sadboy’ things – and we went to see Coldplay – which actually might be the most ‘sadboy’ band there is, but easily the biggest concert I’d been to yet, indoors in a proper Kansas City concert venue.  

 

So yeah, Hootie, Everclear, Beck, the Flaming Lips, and Coldplay. No one really even remotely punk. I guess early Everclear, maybe? But I was more into their pop songs and ballads. 

 

Also, I genuinely did a thorough search for ‘pink shoes Oakland,’ too, I didn’t see the punk shows suggestion and just completely stop looking, but I didn’t really find anything interesting there, so I decided that the best excuse to break out my new pair of pink Chucks, and see if they still have that same compliment-getting power, could be to just go to one of those punk shows in pink shoes and see what happens.

 

But which one? Where? How do I find it?

 

What I found was a Facebook group called East Bay Punks that would post events and flyers for local punk shows all over the SF Bay Area. 

 

I was a little overwhelmed by all the options. Things happening most weekends and also sometimes during the week. I finally posted asking the group for advice on what show to go see, and got a bunch of helpful replies.

Scot outside Stay Gold Deli at the punk show

One was from someone named Nicole, who just so happened to be in a band performing at a punk show in Oakland soon. The band she’s in is called Rival Squad. They’re a punk band from San Diego, and Nicole sings vocals.

Original flyer I saw for the punk show

Rival Squad’s show was going to be at a place called Stay Gold Deli in Oakland. Since joining the Facebook group I had seen tons of flyers for shows at Stay Gold. It looked like a pretty decent venue that was always putting on all-ages shows with cool lineups of local and out-of-town bands. 

 

So on a Sunday night in September, I got ready to go to Stay Gold Deli and see Rival Squad perform at one of their Punk Shows in my Pink Shoes. 

 

[PUNK SHOW TAPE]

 

I contacted Nicole when I knew I’d be able to come for sure, asked if the band would have any time to talk with me for the podcast, and we decided on meeting up before their set, out back in the large patio area that Stay Gold has. 

Rival Squad (left) and Scot (right) during the interview. Photo credit : Emilio Serrano

[PUNK SHOW TAPE]

 

Rival Squad was so cool. Check out the show notes and website for all the links to all their things, but Rival Squad on bandcamp, Rival Squad on Spotify. It’ll all be in the show notes. Just Rival Squad everywhere, like they said.

 

I bought some nice merch from their table, too. A shirt, pins, and patches. I would have gotten a tape but I have literally no idea how I would play it, so I’ll opt for the digital versions, but the shirt was – you’re not going to believe this – black with white graphics on it! I know. My poser days were almost over. I now owned the real deal. 

Pinball machines at Stay Gold in the back of the venue.

 

So while they talked to fans and got ready I buzzed around and checked out the other bands on stage. Tonight the punk bands were all led by female singers. Some absolutely ferrocious, hard-rocking ladies. 

Julio and Israel of Rival Squad setting up for the show.

And while they switched the band setup getting ready for Rival Squad to close out the night I took a break from all that sound and stepped outside to talk about how it was going so far.

 

[PUNK SHOW TAPE]

 

Yup, earplugs. They were just what I needed inside Stay Gold when the bands were playing. It did make it harder to monitor the audio I was recording though, but spare the ear and spoil the recording, or whatever.

 

[PUNK SHOW TAPE]

Rival Squad getting ready for their set.

I wasn’t expecting to be able to hear any of what I just described at all, but when I listened back I was able to find it. Here, I’ve dropped the music way down, and if you’re listening for it you can make out him saying “I like your shoes” and then me saying “Thank you.”

 

[PUNK SHOW TAPE]

 

But how great is that, right? I went there hoping to get an unprompted compliment on my pink shoes and I totally got one! I was stoked that that actually worked out.

 

And then it was finally time for Rival Squad to take the stage. I got their blessing ahead of time to keep recording during the show, and I did, but man, their music overpowered my recorder at first, until  I eventually got dialed in. Here are some moments from their set.

Rival Squad performing at Stay Gold Deli in Oakland, CA

[PUNK SHOW TAPE – RIVAL SQUAD SHOW CLIPS]

 

Rival Squad played for 23 minutes of fire. The energy in the place was palpable. There were people dancing, people moshing, people singing along in places.

 

I was there recording, with my earplugs in, and really enjoying my first ever punk show. 

 

There was one thing I messed up on, though. See earlier I had talked to Nicole about the Barbecue there, but I hadn’t wanted to take time away from any of the shows to go and eat a meal, and I already had my hands full with recording stuff, so I didn’t want to be holding a bag, but by the time the show was over the kitchen had closed and I had missed my opportunity to order. Alas.

Pink Shoes outside of the Stay Gold Deli at the punk show

And then after their set, Rival Squad got a huge ovation, and everyone cleared out to the patio to meet all the bands, buy their stuff, and just hang until last call. 

At which point I made my way from the Stay Gold patio back to my car, and I want to play that part a little later, but first here I am driving home as I process what I had just seen and heard.

Stay Gold’s expansive back patio area.

[PUNK SHOW TAPE]

 

So yeah, I thought about this some more. The bands I’m thinking of, I mean the ones that had that punk sound – at least to my ears – and made it to major radio play where I would hear them, were like Green Day, The Offspring, Blink 182 and Sum 41, and they were for sure angsty, and putting that emotion on front street, but like I said before it’s mad at love, or mad at life, or mad at growing up, whatever, but they were pretty clipped, politically, and I still love Sum 41, so no disrespect is there, but I don’t really clock their music as in any way political. 

 

I guess the exception, the notable one that got through even to my pop and top 40 self, was Rage Against the Machine. They have been strongly political throughout their whole career while still topping charts and putting on humongous shows all over the world. Even now you can see online people discovering their lyrics and complaining that they’ve gotten political now and it’s just hilarious because that’s who they’ve always been.

 

The anger in Rage songs isn’t vague or inert. It’s specific and directed. It’s free speech, and protest, in the form of music, and that was the vibe I had gotten at Stay Gold that night too.

 

[PUNK SHOW TAPE]

Pre-punk show my STAR Labs Flash shirt is my best punk-like look.
Post-punk show and I have a nice real punk shirt now!

I notice that I keep talking about the energy. The energy I was seeing and feeling all around me at the show, and that’s where this whole thing started with compliments too. Feeling like they generate this palpable extra energy out of nowhere, but really it comes from directed attention that someone turns into that energy, and I think with punk music what I’m seeing is the exact same reaction, just in reverse.

 

What I had just experienced was people with energy, and tons of it, directing that energy into attention. Attention on themselves, sure, but attention on different issues, on human rights, attention to the plights of people in need, attention to just being political and paying attention. With the hopes then that that attention turns to action, the energy continues to move forward, and things eventually get better.

 

Punk music, at least what I heard, is commentary that is trying to direct action, to address problems, and to make change. Compliments are things you notice, that you say, that become energy, also through a commentary.

 

From the outside, they may seem opposite, but the compliment path of attention turned into energy and the punk commentary path of energy turned into attention are just opposite directions on a two-way highway..  

 

So what then? What do we do with this information? Well, I think you sort of look at where you are on this line, and see what you can do to better the world around you. I mean, spoiler alert, that’s always my answer, but in this case, it means assessing, and reassessing frequently, because it changes, but see where you are on that line, do you have extra energy that you’re able to direct into attention on things that need it? 

 

Or maybe you don’t. Maybe the idea of extra energy is an insulting one, especially if you feel like you hit empty before your day is even over. Well, in that case, I’d say you can use your attention, which we all have complete control over, and turn it into energy by finding a chance to compliment someone in a real way. A way that turns your attention into energy for both them and you, because remember, from my experience, that little jolt of good zings in both directions.

 

And I just want to close with the tape from earlier of when I left the show and walked to my car.

 

[PUNK SHOW TAPE]

 

And with that, Pink Shoes and Punk Shows become the next entry into the Perfectorium, the index of perfect things.

 

Visit perfectshowpodcast.com to see pictures and videos related to this and each episode, – for this one I will have pictures of my pink shoes, Me interviewing Rival Squad, their show at Stay Gold, and more.

 

You can see all the entries to the Perfectorium at the direct link for it, perfectshowpodcast.com/perfectorium.

 

Special thanks to Nicole, Jerry, Julio, and Israel, aka Rival Squad, for sitting with me.  

 

You can find them on Bandcamp, Spotify, Apple, just wherever you already get your music.

 

You can also find the info and links for all the other musical artists in the show notes and on this episode’s webpage, too.

 

As always, if you’d like to contact the show, you can email PerfectShowShow@gmail.com, and connect on Twitter, Youtube, or Instagram to the name PerfectShowShow.

 

This episode was recorded and mixed at Morena Studios in Oakland, California. 

 

Please be sure to rate, review, subscribe, and all that jazz, or rather all that punk this time, but mostly if you know someone who you think would enjoy the show, let them know about it. Word of mouth is still the biggest driver of people finding a show.

 

And remember, think of a compliment as a weapon that’s always with you. Like a samurai sword in feudal Japan or a six-shooter in the wild west. You can’t control when you get a compliment, not really. But you are in complete control of when you dish them out them, and you can look at it like you’re a compliment outlaw, roaming across the landscape, ready to quick-draw an ‘OOh, sharp outfit.’ or a ‘This is really beautiful work’ at a second’s notice.   [USE WILDWEST RICOCHET NOISES]

 

Anyway, until next time. I’m Scot Maupin, and thanks for listening to The Perfect Show.

 

( 50 eggs)

 

 

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Mikesville – https://www.fiverr.com/mikesville

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Steveaik7 – https://www.fiverr.com/steveaik7

Gelyanov – https://www.fiverr.com/gelyanov

Trappy 808 – https://www.fiverr.com/trappy808_

Dawnshire – https://www.fiverr.com/dawnshire

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Nearbysound – https://www.fiverr.com/nearbysound

Aandy Valentine – https://www.fiverr.com/aandyvalentine

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School – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku/Captain_Glouglous_Incredible_Week_Soundtrack/mall_1328/

 

 

For this episode Scot talks sports! One sport in particular. A Japanese sport which may be new to you. It’s the wonderful game of Park Golf, and we give it a glowing deep dive. 

Small club, big ball, rubber tee, and you’re ready to hit the course. Listen to stories about Park Golf from Japan and adventures I have in America.

 

I talk with Kris Beyer Jones from Destroyer Park Golf for an interview with the first park golf course in America, and some of my usual unusual hijinks with my friends Jeff Clemens and Alex Yocum.  

 

Find Destroyer Park Golf at https://destroyerparkgolf.com/

Find the International Park Golf Association of America (IPGAA) at https://ipgaa.com/

Find Wormburner Park Golf at https://www.wormburnerparkgolf.com/

And find the Japanese Park Golf Association at https://www.parkgolf.or.jp/

Here’s the episode transcript:
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Park Golf Balls and Club (Next to regular golf balls for size)

Ah, sports. I’m not much of a sports guy anymore. I mean I certainly had my phases, both as a player and as a fan, both in my childhood…that was the end of that sentence. Both of those were in my childhood. 

 

That’s why it’s weird to me that I found a totally new sport, and then became an avid player and fan of it, completely in my adulthood. This sport may be new to you, too, and if it is, please allow me to proudly introduce you to – the game of Park Golf. 

 

Throughout my childhood I had played and then quit a number of sports, or rather, I would often hit a ceiling on both my natural athletic ability AND my willingness to practice things past when they stopped being fun. But as a kid I had done tee ball and then baseball, soccer for a little bit early on, basketball for a bit later, and track in 7th grade as well. 

 

All of those were over by high school, though, where I was on the high school tennis team for one year as a freshman before not making the team again my sophomore year. 

 

You know what sophomore me thought of that? “Whatever.” because you know what sophomore me thought of pretty much everything? “Whatever.”

 

But on the ‘fan’ side of things, as a child growing up in a Suburb of Kansas City, I was, of course, into the Royals for baseball and the Chiefs for football. Basketball was trickier since there was no pro team nearby, I think the Chicago Bulls were the closest to us geographically, but the Kansas Jayhawks were in Lawrence just a half hour from us and they pretty much filled all the same fandom needs that a pro team would. 

 

Now, like a lot of things, that all changed when I went to Japan. At first, I remember trying to keep up in absurd ways. Having my dad record football games and then mail me the tapes. But that stopped pretty quickly. 

 

The only game that NHK, which is the main Japanese television network, carried live, was the Superbowl, which because of the time difference, their Sunday night game actually airs on early Monday morning in Japan time. Some expats tried each year to get something going, but the morning vibe, along with the strangeness of the game being broadcast, but none of the commercials, a lot of the time we were watching the players standing and waiting for ad breaks to end and eating like eggs or donuts or something.

 

Scot’s collection of Recycle Shop park golf clubs (Four righties and one lefty)

I tried to get into some Japanese sports too. Went to a couple of Japanese baseball games, I tried to watch some sumo. But it wasn’t until I moved to Hokkaido that a sport truly took hold of me again. Now, I’d have guessed that sport would have been skiing. I had liked skiing as a kid, and I had even tried to go skiing once in Japan, but they didn’t have any boots in my size, so actually, I ended up spending my first ski trip in Japan just sitting while everyone else skied. 

 

When I applied for my next job in Japan it was with the JET Programme. A program that places native English speakers into schools and town halls to help with language and culture exchange. But in order to get a position on JET, I had to go back to the US for an interview. I had put Hokkaido as one of my top choices, and I was keen not to have a repeat of my first Japanese ski trip, so there during the hottest part of the summer, in Kansas – the flattest state in the US, I bought some ski boots in my size and hauled them back to Japan with me.

 

I did end up getting placed in Hokkaido. Very very far north, Hokkaido, and I skied, some. But my real sport was something we accidentally stumbled upon during my first summer there, and that sport was park golf.

 

I had lived in Japan for over a year in Kyushu and it wasn’t until I moved to Hokkaido that I even heard of Park Golf, and that’s because even though park golf is an international sport, technically, it was invented in Hokkaido, Japan, and with the more spacious nature of Hokkaido compared to the other Japanese prefectures, that’s where the vast majority of the courses are, as well. 

 

Wikipedia tells me Park Golf started in 1983. Invented in the town of Makubetsu, Japan, which is on the northern island of Hokkaido. Although it also says the sport is like a cross between golf and croquet, which I think is off. There’s no wickets or hitting other players’ balls or anything. I’d say it’s more like the midway point between regular golf and mini golf. 

 

You get to crack the ball when you hit it more than mini golf, and the ball is bigger, like a baseball or a billiards ball, so you have a much larger target than in normal golf and you can put extra English, extra spin on the thing when you hit it. No spinning windmills, or statues, but plenty of land and sand challenges. 

 

Rules run roughly the same as golf. You count your strokes for each hole, add them up at the end, low scores are good and high scores are bad. That’s all the same.  

 

Wikipedia also says the creators wanted it to be really accessible to everyone, so it’s designed to be played with really simple equipment. For park golf you only need one ball, one tee, and one club, making it cheap to play and to buy equipment for.

 

Scot’s collection of park golf balls and park golf tees

Speaking of equipment, driving, chipping, and putting are all done with that same stubby club. I’d say the club looks like you took a regular putter shaft and handle, then shortened it and stuck the head of a driver on the end of it. I’m 6’1 and I hunch over a lot to get a good hit with one. Most Japanese people weren’t that tall, especially the older Japanese people I would often see out playing park golf, and so they didn’t have to hunch over nearly as much, but there is still more of a – well, I’ll call it a ‘hunch and whack’ style to hitting a park golf ball more than the wind up and follow through of a regular golf swing.

 

Meanwhile what you’re hitting is a hard plastic ball 60 mm wide, or about 2 ⅜ inches. So that’s just a little smaller than a tennis ball, which is 65-68mm. Many are just a simple solid color. I started off with those, but I enjoyed splurging on one new ball to begin each new park golf season, and I eventually opted for something cooler. Maybe a ball with marblized color or gold flecks that sparkle in the sun, or one where the outer plastic is clear but you can see an inner complex geodesic dome structure inside of it.

 

With the larger ball, it also makes sense that you would have a larger hole. The park golf hole is between 200-216mm across, making it around 8-8.5 inches in diameter, pretty much twice as wide as the 4.25 inch hole for regular golf. Which means we are dealing with a park golf hole that has 4 times as much area as a regular golf hole when you multiply it out.

 

Holes are supposed to be limited to a maximum of 100 meters long, that’s 109 yards, and a 9-hole course is supposed to total a maximum length of 500 meters, which is 547 yards. But I gotta say I definitely played many courses in Hokkaido that exceeded both of those limits, and some of my favorite courses were the longest and most sprawling, so I’m not sure how strictly they monitor that rule. 

 

Wikipedia notes that despite it being accessible for every age, there are a vast majority of “the parkers,” which is what it says park golf players are called, but that’s my first time ever hearing that term, but it says that most of them, by far, are retirees. And I definitely can concur, but I also think there’re a bunch of reasons why that is, and it doesn’t seem so strange to me.

 

Park Golf Clubs from the bottom angle

First off, the best times to park golf were during times when non-retirees would be either at work or school, so it makes total sense that would become a spot where you’d see it as an activity for retirees during that time. 

 

Japan also has a strong culture of activities planned and available for its older population that doesn’t so much exist in the United States. It’s definitely built into the culture, but it’s also built into Japanese society. A lot of care and attention gets paid to elder care and quality of life, so I also saw park golf being encouraged as an engaging physical activity less demanding than actual golf for an older player, but it still got people outside, walking, hitting, and socializing in fresh air. 

 

I would probably say the next largest group after older Japanese players were younger foreigner players. My data may be really skewed though because every time I went park golfing I saw one of those. 

 

As a group we rarely, but sometimes, clashed with the oyajis – which translates to ‘old man,’ as we referred to the older Japanese players, who often did their own thing, but sometimes would jump in to “help” our group and let us know we weren’t quite playing right. 

 

We’d thank them, but when they left go right back to what we were doing, which was play our modified version of the game. For example – there is an out of bounds, referred to by players as OB, but when we played, unless there were other players nearby, there was no OB rule. 

 

If you could play it, you could play it. Something oyajis really tsked at us if they saw, but it was important for us becaue we had money riding on these scores. 100 yen a hole, usually, with the possibility of going on a hot streak and winning enough for a meal paid for by your less lucky friend. And those meals? Those were the most delicious kind.

 

Golf Ball, Park Golf Ball, and Park Golf Club

Hokkaido snow would start sticking to the ground in October and then stay around on the ground until April. A full six months of snow. Playing park golf in the fresh Hokkaido air was an amazing way to spend the six non-snowy months outdoors. It was challenging enough to be continually fun, but easy enough to do with new people. The perfect pastime.

 

My job on JET I was an assistant English teacher in my town’s junior high schools, and I would often be done with work while students were still at school, with several hours of sunlight still left, so I would meet up with other teachers, we’d grab our clubs and play whatever course was up next. 

 

We had favorites, but also any time someone discovered a new course, it was a good enough excuse to hit that one up next. 

 

And every town seemed to have at least one course. Usually more than one. Usually way more.

I think the first Hokkaido town I lived in had some nearby, but like with groceries, the best collection of Park Golf courses in the area were in the city of Nayoro. There were a ton there. And really all the towns around, too. 

 

The second Hokkaido city I lived in was where I really got into playing park golf more often, because there were over twenty different courses within a 15-minute radius of our spot in Takikawa. (including some really nice ones in Shintotsukawa, the next town over)  

 

There were also courses set up and maintained by onsens and hot spring hotels, all across the island.  In fact, my all-time favorite course is at an onsen hotel in Kenbuchi, Hokkaido, where there are 36 holes up in the hills with just spectacular layouts and natural views of the local river valley. 

 

Another evolution to our gaikokujijn-basion of park golf was the ‘jump tee.’ A normal park golf tee is a squat little cylinder about an inch tall with a wide base, all made out of this rubbery plastic. You only use it on your first shot, like a normal golf tee. But unlike a normal golf tee, it didn’t really give you much lift at all. You could try to scoop under it, or pop it up, but it didn’t really work well no matter how many good attempts we gave it. 

Top View of Park Golf Club Heads

That’s why we invented – the jump tee. The jump tee’s sole purpose was to give the park golf ball some lift. To let us pop it up and over instead of going around some obstacles like the course designers wanted us to. The jump tee was made from two – or sometimes, rarely, three – regular park golf tees stacked on top of each other, and then driving the ball while it’s balanced atop this tower. 

 

It took some getting used to, and some harkening back to those long dormant tee-ball skills, but the jump tee opened our game up vertically, and probably intensified the attachment we all felt to our special brand of this sport, and for four years when there wasn’t snow on the ground I played it pretty regularly.

 

Winter wasn’t free of park golf activities, though. that’s when the oyajis would shed their old wares and get new ones, so that meant the start of a new type of season for me.

Like I said before, park golf is a game where you only need one club, but some of the more well-off or serious Japanese players liked to make sure they had a new “one club” each season.

Eventually new “one clubs” become backup “one clubs,” and backup “one clubs” become clutter, so they get taken to the recycle shop.

 

This wonderful, magical, amazing place in Japan called “The Recycle Shop.” In the US it would be called a used goods store, or a thrift shop. Like Goodwill or the Salvation army, but, again, like many things in Japan, it has a completely different feel than its American counterpart.

 

Here, I think the thrift stores are looked at as sort of the last stop for something. Like places without too much expectation or status. I think American thrift stores are probably ranked just a notch above a flea market, maybe.

 

In Japan, though, the recycle shop seems like the first place things go, and you can find all manner of items there. From nice clothes, electronics, furniture, and interesting odds and ends to oftentimes very decently priced park golf equipment.

 

Park Golf Balls were a different matter. Because there is some good distance to these holes, they got whacked around quite a bit so I didn’t see used balls often, and when I did see them, they were pretty banged up.  This was another reason I would get a new one each year, especially since new ones were only ten to twenty dollars, or maybe twenty-five dollars if you want to spring for something really nice. 

 

Now recycle shops do. not. pay. much. For the stuff they buy from you. I can say that from many first-hand experiences. But you don’t sell stuff to them to get rich, you do it for the love of the game, and because you got ‘good gets’ from the recycle shop before so when it’s time to move your stuff, you just go there first. 

 

I mean, you hit up your friends first, and try to offload stuff they might want for a decent amount, and then take anything that they don’t want to the recycle shop after that.

 

But yeah, I’d scour recycle shops for clothes in my size, exercise equipment, tables, and chairs sometimes, but whatever reason I was there for initially, I’d always check for park golf equipment before I left, and collected a bunch of my own clubs and gear that way.

 

Not so that I could have a set of clubs for me, remember this is a sport where you only need one club, but I got a bunch so that I had enough for a group of four or two groups of four could go out park golfing. I mean I have a left-handed club, and I have never been left-handed. Not even a phase in college or nothing. 

 

Some of the nicer park golf courses came complete with places to get scorecards and rent clubs and balls, which would usually only cost 500 to 1000 Yen, or $5-10. If you brought your own equipment it would be significantly cheaper or sometimes even free. In that sense I played enough that the used equipment I bought tended to pay for itself over the season just in saved rental fees. 

 

But the main reason I had my own clubs was because only some park golf courses were staffed. Many were just open, near river beds or in parks, and unstaffed, so you couldn’t rent anything there, but as long as you brought your own equipment you could play for free as much as you wanted. These were the places that we really haunted over and over until they became courses we knew well.

 

Now each one of my clubs has a little sticker on the shaft certifying that it complies with the official size restrictions for park golf equipment, and each of those stickers cites the power of the IPGA – Which stands for the International Park Golf Association.

 

Just like Park Golf spread over Hokkaido, it continued to spread across Japan, all the way down to Kyushu and Okinawa. As you’d expect the more rural an area is, the more park golf courses it seems to have. The official ones are all members of the NPGA, the Nippon Park Golf Association. – Oh, I don’t know if this is at all needed, but Nippon is one of the ways to say ‘Japan’ in Japanese. 

 

But what makes the International Park Golf Association international, of course, are the courses outside of Japan. I found a few different park golf courses in Korea, and also saw listed that there were courses in Sweden, Brazil, and Paraguay. It was hard for me to search in most of those countries, because I don’t know the language or what they might refer to park golf as, but there’s only one in all of North America. On their map of officially registered courses, this course is actually the only one the IPGA even lists outside of Japan. It’s in the United States, in Akron, New York. 

Akron is a small village in upstate New York, about 40 minutes from Buffalo and 45 from Niagra Falls, and it’s the home of Destroyer Park Golf, the first Park Golf course in America.

 

Destroyer Park Golf Logo

After I came back from Japan I searched the internet for park golf in America and crossed my fingers that I could find a place to play in the US. That’s how I first learned about Destroyer Park Golf.  

Now I feel like I’ve traveled all over america, except the northeast. I’ve never to New York or anywhere in the New England area, so it wasn’t a place I could go in person, but when I decided on doing a park golf episode, Destroyer Park Golf was the perfect place to turn to.

 

That’s how I found myself one afternoon on a phone call to Akron, New York for an interview.

 

[INTERVIEW AUDIO]

The late Dick “The Destroyer” Beyer at Destroyer Park Golf

 

Dick Beyer, Kris’s dad, was a  professional wrestler who was best known as his masked alter egos The Destroyer and Doctor X, wrestling extensively in Japan against many of the other top names of the industry during the 60s and 70s. He was huge. I was looking at clips and interviews of The Destroyer and found people ranking him as the number one masked wrestler of his time, and you can find great highlight reels of some of his matches on youtube. 

 

The Destroyer passed away in 2019 at age 88, but a museum of his memorabilia and media from his decorated pro-wrestling career is open in the clubhouse at Destroyer Park Golf, the perfect place for any fans of The Destroyer, or park golf, to visit.

 

[INTERVIEW AUDIO]

 

So yeah, it was great talking with Kris about their course out there at Destroyer, and her dad and the sport itself. Be sure to check out their site at DestroyerParkGolf.com where they’ve done an amazing job of showing off their course and you can see the video segment we talked about, which is about 9 minutes and really good, under the ‘What is Park Golf’ tab.

 

I also looked up the other park golf course she mentioned. It’s called Wormburner Park Golf and it’s in Logan, Ohio. About 2 and a half hours south of Akron. Their website is WormburnerParkGolf.com Both courses have great websites and are very active on facebook.

 

Also of course if you’re in or around Akron New York, or Logan, Ohio, think about getting a group of friends or family together and treat yourselves to a nice day outside playing a round or two of park golf. The surprising king of all sports.

 

Oh, and while I had Kris on the phone and away from a nice day outside I had one final question.

 

[INTERVIEW AUDIO]

 

Uh yeah, so I should probably explain that, right? I know it’s weird. And I know I’m weird but that’s just like a little more than my usual level, right?

 

News Radio on NBC

Well, there’s a 90’s sitcom I’ve always loved called News Radio. It was about a bunch of people working in a News Radio station, hence the name. There’s an episode in season 3, episode 15, titled “Rosebowl” It aired February 5th, 1997, on NBC.

 

The ‘A’ story is about the employees evaluating each other’s performance, and it’s great. Typical hilarious News Radio stuff, but the reason I’m bringing this episode up is because of the ‘B’ story.

 

In this plotline the station’s eccentric billionaire owner Jimmy James, played by Stephen Root, brings in a box of stuff to show to station manager Dave, played by Dave Foley.

 

[NEWS RADIO AUDIO]

This one’s way small and has the wrong writing on it. (under first tablet)

 

And the second tablet he pulls out is a completely different size and color.(under second tablet)

 

[NEWS RADIO AUDIO]

 

So it’s obvious that Jimmy’s bought a box of fake movie memorabilia, but Dave has to tell him because he’s oblivious.   

 

So in this next scene, Jimmy James is sitting in the break room with the station fix-it guy Joe Garelli, played by a young Joe Rogan, and if you’re familiar with podcasts, yes – it’s that Joe Rogan,  But Jimmy and Joe hatch a plan. 

 

[NEWS RADIO AUDIO]

 

And so that was what made me ask Kris the question about if there was a word I could say to do the same thing for me in my quest.

 

So how does it turn out for Jimmy and Joe in court?

 

[NEWS RADIO AUDIO]

 

An the gag here is he’s a young kid. 

 

Jimmy and Joe proceed to put on a terrible and incoherent case, and here’s what the judge has to say to them at the end:

 

[NEWS RADIO AUDIO]

 

The judge marches past the shocked courtroom as the bailiff puts the kid in cuffs giving Joe and Jimmy the sudden win. And that concept just stuck around in my brain all this time, clearly.

 

Some things just worm their way into my brain and then they just stay there forever. I’ve remembered the nonsense word ‘tubal cain’ for decades now. I guess similarly to how I remember the crack of hitting a park golf ball so vividly, too.

 

In Takikawa the closest park golf course to where we lived was one of my favorites, but exploring Hokkaido and finding new courses was part of the fun of it all.

 

We would go all over and try out any course we came across. Park golf was a part of where we traveled, where we camped, and where we went to the onsen. 

 

I probably played 18 holes with friends after work 3 – 4 times a week and usually one if not both weekend days. It was, fortunately, something I shared in common with my girlfriend, with my guy friends, with my northern friends, and with my musical friends – oh yeah, I was part of a stage musical we put on in Hokkaido, but that’s a different story.

 

When my parents came to visit me in Hokkaido I went with my dad and he enjoyed it so much that for Christmas that year I gathered up a set of my recycle shop clubs and got them back to the states for him as a present. 

 

What dad ended up doing was making use of an existing disc golf course that was set up where he lived. He would play there when it wasn’t being used. I couldn’t really imagine how that worked when my dad first told that, partly because I hadn’t ever played disc golf before.

 

Disc golf spaces your tee-off place a good distance away from your target for the hole, which is a large metal basket with a series of chains around the upper part to snare discs that hit it. The disc in disc golf is a frisbee-like disc you use to throw at the basket, eventually getting it in.

 

My dad was going down to the disc golf course at the nearby college and hitting park golf balls on it, going hole for hole, teeing off at the tees and having his standard for completing the hole be hitting the pole with the park golf ball. 

 

I honestly didn’t really understand how disc golf worked until I played it myself for the first time, on a vacation to Missoula, Montana, one summer. 

 

It turns out I really liked it. I enjoyed being outdoors, and the game, while challenging, and me being not particularly good at it, never reached the wrong side of frustration where things just shift from simply challenging to fully unpleasant.

 

I think I took that and added it to what I knew about myself and golf – which is that I don’t like regular golf, but I like mini golf, and I always have. I’d had many a childhood mini-golf birthday party, family mini-golf night, and teenage mini-golf date – well maybe not ‘many a’ of that last one, but a few. 

 

I like mini golf because it’s about golf a little, but it’s also open for button mashers, like a video game, where I feel if I just bounce it off enough angles, maybe it will find the perfect throughline and get into the hole. I love putt-putt mini golf, but I don’t like regular golf. That’s just how it is.

 

Then I tried park golf, and I loved it. It is a mix of mini golf and golf golf, but it must be closer to mini golf because I love park golf, and I love mini golf, but I don’t like regular golf. That’s just how it is.

 

And then I tried disc golf, and – I loved it. So then now I love mini golf and park golf and disc golf, but I don’t like regular golf….though…am I sure of that?

 

Truth be told, I actually haven’t ever played a game of regular golf golf. Like never. I just assumed I wouldn’t like it, and never tested that theory. Even when I tried, and loved, every single other kind of golf I’ve encountered.

 

I’ve practiced putting. I’ve been to a driving range a hand full of times, I’ve spent an hour trying to make my Tiger Woods character as close to me as the game allows but I’d never played a real game of regular golf golf.

 

So I started asking people around me if anyone would be interested in playing a game of golf sometime.

 

I think this is where the divide happens with most real golf players. They can’t fathom me wanting to go out without practicing a bunch, and I really just want to play one round of golf to -more than anything else- say I’ve done it, so I’m not worried if I go out there and do awful, it’s may just a matter of finding the perfect person to humor me while I’m being awful.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

So I went with Jeff. He’s a longtime friend. I met him and his wife when they were also in Takikawa, Japan teaching English. Jeff’s a great guy anyway, and he’s a real-life Canadian on top of that, making him just about the nicest golf partner I could ever hope to find for my first round of golf ever. He lives with his family in Calgary, Canada, but they had stopped by Oakland to see us for a few days on their way back home from Comicon in San Diego. 

Scot Maupin and Jeff Clemens at Lake Chabot Golf Course

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

This is the Lake Chabot Golf Course, about 10 minutes away from the studio.

 

It’s a par 3 and when we got there it really looked sort of like a park golf course..

 

Lake Chabot has a larger 18 hole course, but the 9 hole course is a total of 1023 yards, making it a short course in terms of regular golf, which I guess is just what a ‘par-3 course’ means to golf folk.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

The “ting” of hitting the ball was very satisfying, I remembered that being the case from driving ranges years ago, and indeed it is still the same. So we continued to play the first couple of holes.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

That was the only shot I hit with that club.

 

And then Jeff wisely noted that we were sort of away from any prying eyes or other players, and pointed out that this could be a pretty good spot, for some ‘ulterior motive-ing.’

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

And as satisfying as that “ting” was on the golf club, the “crack” of that park golf ball, the first one I’ve hit in years, was actually far, far more satisfying, I have to say.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

I’m pretty sure Jeff and I had just played the first hole of park golf that has ever been played in California, actually probably on the whole west coast.

 

We continued on to the next hole.

Scot getting ready to hit a golf ball

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

I had to look for my first hit and eventually wrote it off as a gift to the out of bounds gods, and took a drop to continue, but by that time the party behind us had caught up so I just finished the hole for my regular golf ball and not my park golf ball.

 

We just played regular golf after that, which went pretty so -so, with the one exception of this hole.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

That’s right, the most impressive golf highlight I have is of me achieving….the average. Wooo.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

And then a mere 80ish minutes after we started, Jeff and I found ourselves at the 9th hole, the final one for this course.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

[INTERVIEW AUDIO]

 

Okay – I want to break in here for a second. I know that corn dog. This is from years ago and I know the exact corn dog he’s talking about. 

 

It’s from this highway foodstand in Mikasa, a small town just north of Sapporo, that we would pass by when we were going there, but he’s right. This place served the best corn dogs I’ve ever had, and I grew up in the midwest going to county fairs and old settler’s days every summer, so that’s actually an incredubly high bar.

 

I’ve even been thinking about making an entire episode about corn dogs, and I still might, but this corn dog in Mikasa was the real deal. So much so that before I became a vegetarian, and I was vegetarian for six years, I did a training wheels period of like six months before leaving Japan where I was completely vegetarian EXCEPT for two things, and one of them was corn dogs from Mikasa.

 

Okay, back to my conversation with Jeff.

 

[INTERVIEW AUDIO]

The compliments are nice, but the real reason I was riding high at that moment was that I had just gotten to do something that I had been joking about for years, but really actually wanted to try.

 

I played my first round of golf! Golf golf!

 

Not a thing I think I’ll do very regularly, but I’d definitely be down to go again sometime.

 

I’d be far more than down if I knew I could slip in some more park golf, though. 

 

Jeff and I even talked about this on our drive home

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

So a little while later I asked my friend Alex if he’d be up to try something new, and the two of us headed back to the Lake Chabot Golf Course with only one club each. 

https://youtu.be/krNFhgP86jg

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

This is Omar I’m talking to, and now I’m handing him my club so he can examine it for himself.

 

I paid for the round and we were out the door a second later…

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

So I explained the whole News Radio and secret word thing Kris had given me to Alex. I hadn’t told him about it first because I really was nervous and I genuinely wasn’t sure if I was going to back out of doing it or not.

 

We made our way to the first tee, and I set up to hit first, about to play park golf on this par 3 golf course.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

Now I recorded it before and it’s still good on this mic, but this time since I was playing with permission, I had brought a better device to really capture the sound of the crack. Here is that same shot from my field recorder.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

Oh man, did you hear that? Whew. I love that sound.

 

Next up was Alex, hitting a park golf ball for the first time ever.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

He had hit it off into the woods beside the fairway, which he went and got and then rehit much straighter, but even so once again listen to the perfect sound that the field recorder captured of his first hit.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

We proceeded to play the nine holes out, and we got to satisfyingly hit the park golf ball tons of times. Tons and tons of times, actually, because we’re not great, and it took us a while to get it into each hole.

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

while also experiencing more than a few near misses due to the hole being a quarter of the size that it should be, comparatively. 

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

I keep expressing that same sentiment. I think if I become a regular Park Golf on golf Golf Course player, that’s gonna be something I’ll just have to make peace with.

 

Okay so now I’ll get back to our round at the end of the ninth hole…

 

[GOLFING AUDIO]

 

I mean I’m the first person to do that in the entire Pacific Time Zone ever? Wow. Amazing. Am I glowing? Can you tell? Do microphones hear glowing?

 

Hey, It’s probably not all that different from how Neil Armstrong felt walking on the moon. Well actually, Destroyer Park Golf should be Neil Armstong. I guess we would be Buzz Aldrin, then. Wait, no, Wormburner in Ohio would be Buzz. Okay then, Michael Collins. I mean, I’ll take that. The Park Golf Michael Collins? Oh, you mean Scot Maupin? Yeah, I’ve been called worse.

 

And with that, Park Golf becomes the next entry into the Perfectorium, the index of perfect things. 

Go to the show’s website perfectshowpodcast.com to see pictures and videos related to this and each episode, – for this one I will have pictures of my equipment, me playing golf, and a video of my awkward but effective swing, and more.

 

You can see all the entries to the Perfectorium at the direct link for it, perfectshowpodcast.com/perfectorium.

 

Special thanks to Kris Beyer Jones, Jeff Clemens, and Alex Yocum for being on this episode and putting up with a large dose of my nonsense.  

 

Visit Destroyer Park Golf in Akron, New York or at destroyerparkgolf.com

 

Visit Wormburner Park Golf  in Logan, Ohio or at wormburnerparkgolf.com

 

Find the Japanese Park Golf Association at parkgolf.or.jp

 

And the International Park Golf Association of America at ipgaa.com

 

You can find the info and links for all the musical artists in the show notes and on this episode’s webpage.

 

As always, if you’d like to contact the show, you can email PerfectShowShow@gmail.com, and connect on Twitter, Youtube or Instagram to the name PerfectShowShow.

 

This episode was recorded and mixed at Morena Studios in Oakland, California. 

 

Again, I’ll remind you of the very obvious fact that I don’t make these on a schedule, so subscribing via your favorite pod portal really is the best way to get every episode, And if you are enjoying these and want to drop us a rating or review, please do. It’s the easiest way to support the show. I asked for new reviews last episode and that worked, so I’ll do it one more time.

 

Ratings and reviews help people find the show, and I’m hoping for that to become the number one way people discover this podcast, which is currently me hitting them up with a call or text saying ‘Hey, I have a podcast, would you be able to help me out with something for it?’

 

Also if you do know me in person, we can just find some grass somewhere with a bit of space and I’ll let you try out hitting the park golf ball a few times, because if you just give it one good crack, you’ll understand everything immediately.

 

And remember, there’s no such thing as a secret word that just automatically helps things go your way, not in court and not in golf that’s definitely not a thing, but…I mean, just in case…lemme cover my bases here real quick: “abra kedabra tubal cain destroyer candyman.” Okay, thanks.

 

Anyway, until next time. I’m Scot Maupin, and thanks for listening to The Perfect Show.

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In this episode we examine what happens at sea in the middle of the night, culminating in a crazy night in a Frankenstein-themed nightclub. Join Scot on a discussion of boats, water, staying up all night, and then join him aboard a ship in the middle water and in the middle of the night for this topic.

Here’s the epsiode transcript:

 

 

Hi, and welcome to The Perfect Show. I’m your host, Scot Maupin. I’m what you might call a perfection prospector, sifting through life looking for little things or experiences that could be considered ‘perfect.’ Join me each episode as I examine one topic that I’m presenting as a little nugget of perfection.

 

I’ve always been a very land-based human. I grew up in Kansas, where from the right vantage point you can see oceans of land, with waves of crops blowing in the wind. Really the only form of ocean I knew growing up. Other people tell me that looking out over the water makes them feel at ease, and gives them a calm sense of peace or serenity, but I’ve never really felt that. 

 

To me oceans are the home of monsters who can all breathe where I can’t, which is not really the calmest or most peaceful thought. 

 

That’s why its strange that I’d want to make an episode, about basically surrounding myself with nothing but water on the biggest boat I could ever imagine, and about finding perfection on that ship in the middle of the night.

 

I think being surrounded by water affects people differently. Some people find peace out in the open water. Others,the water gives them a different energy and brings chaos. But like getting sea sick, you don’t really know how you’ll react until it’s too late to do much about it.

 

I talked with a friend recently who told me about having this feeling, but even moreso. She told me the scientific name for it. It’s called Thalassophobia, and it’s the intense fear of large bodies of water.

 

I don’t think I’m at that level at all, but it was interesting to hear her talk about her intense feelings around water because I recognized so many that I have just on a smaller scale.

 

So I said I didn’t like water, and that’s true, but boats are a different thing. I like a boat, though I haven’t really been on that many. In my earliest memories of any boat at all I am sitting on Smithville lake in Missouri with Grandpa Maupin, and maybe grandma or Dad were there, too, but fishing was one of my grandpa’s passions and he shared it with my sister and me from a very young age. 

 

I’m not sure how many other boats I had even gone on. And what gets included under the classification of ‘boat.’ The Kansas City area has a couple of examples that I don’t know if I should really count. At Worlds of Fun, the big theme park in the area, I rode on a mock-riverboat that was really just being pulled along an underwater track at the park, so that one seems borderline, but what feels completely out of the question are Kansas City’s riverboat casinos.

 

Now to me, Gambling always seems to have the oddest hoops to jump that make it go from completely illegal go-to-prison-crime to 100% A-OK super-profitable business. To go from a place where it’s not allowed to one where it is you may have to cross a state line, like in Lake Tahoe where the California side of the state line just has hotels but across the street on the Nevada side they have become large hotel/casinos due to the different state laws on gambling, or the line between United States land and tribal lands where the laws are different as well.  

 

You might even might have to cross from land to water, in the case of the floating casinos on the Mississippi River, where as long as they are businesses on the water the laws are different than they are on land, so these boats sail up and down the river fulfilling that requirement regularly, but the riverboats in Kansas City are…well, they’re different. 

 

For one, they are large complexes the size of shopping malls. And you might wonder how well a riverboat could float in water being that size, but don’t worry. These riverboats aren’t surrounded by water at all, but rather enormous parking lots, locking them in acres of concrete on all sides. 

 

Now it might be hard to conjure up the image of a riverboat considering the description I’ve just given you, but a few of them have put forth a nominal amount of effort to remind you that they are in fact boats, A lit up display smokestack, maybe a neon paddlewheel that is completely stationary, you know, stuff like that. 

 

So what makes these riverboats boats, you ask? Well of course it’s water, duh. Most of the riverboat casino’s concrete foundation is taken up with restaurants, shops, movie theaters, and the like, but to go onto the gambling floor in the middle you first have to step across a threshhold. 

 

A small, one foot gap bridged by a textured metal plate, beneath which runs a one-foot-wide stream of water that has been diverted out of the nearby Missouri River, and then after flowing under the metal plate eventually flows back out to the Missouri River once more. 

 

And that’s the magic that does it in KC. Walk across a rain gutter’s worth of water and now you’re on “a boat,” which always felt so weird to me, So I don’t count those really in the list of boats I’ve ridden, I guess that would be my autoboatography…nope, and that means I didn’t really have many boats in my past at all. The short boat trip in India I talked about last episode, a couple of ferrys to Rishiri and Rebun islands in Japan when I lived there and a short one in Seattle, but until a few years ago that was really it for me and boats: fishing with my grandpa, a bunch of non-boats, and some ferrys.

 

But then, in 2019, we got the call from the Big Leagues. There was a family trip being planned by people higher up in the tree than us, and we were invited to go on a cruise with a large group of relatives. Something I had defintely never even thought of doing before, and before I knew it we were booked and packing for a big trip on the biggest boat I could imagine. 

  

We’d be departing from Seattle, Washington and then sailing North to see glaciers in Alaska, where I’d never been before – then back to Seattle, making a few stops in between. 

Cruise Ship

Now this ship, the cruise ship, really was like a floating city. The ridiculous premise of a shopping mall slash casino being a boat because someone ran a hose through it was the fake version, but that idea was the reality of a cruise ship. The ship we would be sailing on, the Diamond Princess, had 13 decks, held 2600 passengers and another 1100 crew members, and like any cruise ship, it had to be designed with the goal of keeping over 2000 people entertained, or at least occupied, all day long, day-after-day, on a ship they can’t leave. So there was a lot to do, things starting all over all the time, you just looked at what was happening when and could choose which things to hit up. But more even than the nonstop schedule of events, I was fascinated by just the fundamental differences that being on a ship brought.

 

The first surprising discovery on board the ship, one that I didn’t even know to expect at all, was the way the boat moved. At first you notice some minor rocking back and forth while it leaves the port, but when the ship reaches open water, it really picks up steam, and the minor rocking becomes much more intense. 

 

The whole ship moves with the waves, but because it’s so big, the time it takes to rock back and forth makes it feel like whatever ground you are on is either rising or falling slowly. I’d probably have a more poetic description if I’d been on ships all my life, but walking down a hall was almost like walking across one of those plank and rope bridges where as you walk you make the thing bounce and by the middle you’re dealing with the whole bridge just rippling up and down in a wave. 

 

People were having a hard time with the rocking, and more than a few of our family party just stayed in their cabin and tried to deal with their sea-sickness. The surprising part to me, Mr. Land Guy? Well, I was just fine. Better than fine, actually. On my first trip where I could get sea sick, I discovered that the rocking up and down and sort of moving floor feeling was something, well, something that I really enjoyed. 

View from the back of the cruise ship

 

It was like being on a slow motion trampoline, or maybe like the best parts of being tipsy without any of the cost, calories, or other negative parts of drinking. I get why people don’t like it, and I had never rolled those dice before but if when I did I had and found out that I get really sick from the rocking motion I’d feel the same way, too. But I didn’t, so I didn’t. 

For people who have been on a cruise before or just people with enough wherwithal to already know what one’s like, please bear with me. I was not in that camp prior to this. So the ship has shops, shows, places to eat, swimming pools, a gym, a casino, and even a hospital, jail, and morgue, in case something goes drastically wrong while you’re cruising. 

Diamond Princess Lido Deck – 2019

It was huge. I’ll be honest, it was also very overwhelming initially. I am not an extrovert often, and I’m also not particularly a swim-in-the-sun or dance-the-night-away-type. There were people everywhere, and I’m not really a fan of that either, but the boat is huge, and while there were crowded spots that were easy to find and often located by whatever popular activity, party, or event was being put on right then, I was able to find some quiet spots too. Places away from the main throng of passengers, and places to really appreciate what I was experiencing there.

 

On especially windy or cold days, which on a trip north to Alaska was most of them, I could find some space up on the observation deck, and also look out on a sight I never really get to see, being surrounded by water to the horizon in every direction.  

 

On one of these walkabouts I was lucky enough to see a couple of whales swimming alongside the boat, and on another I caught a lazy otter cruising in our wake who looked like it was enjoying a nice breakfast made up of yummy things that the enormous engines were stirring up below. 

 

And this was how I sort of got acclimated to cruising on my first few days. I would hang with people for as long as I had the energy for it, and then I would find ways to slip away from any action to recharge on my own. 

Sunset from our ship – 2019

Most of the time that meant exploring the vast boat. This ship had 13 floors, or decks, each one the size of the cruise ship, and it had been built out extensively to make use of all that space.

 

Back when I first moved to Kitakyushuu Japan, I did this same thing. At night I would pop in headphones and just go out walking, turning down streets or alleys I hadn’t been down before, gradually making a mental map of my surroundings as I went. A few walkabouts around a new area and I tended to get a much better sense of the space, and get my bearings enough to explore much more intentionally later. 

 

Doing this I found nooks and crannies that were interesting to me, different businesses and restaurants off the beaten path I was curious about, parks or other green spaces that are tucked away between tall buildings, and even made friends with stray animals on occasion. 

 

And the same tactic worked pretty well on the boat, too. There weren’t any stray animals there, of course, but everything else went pretty much the same as in a city. It defintely helped me feel like I knew where things were on the boat in short order, where to sneak away when I needed to, and also gave me a mental list of what things were available to see or use. 

 

And I thought this worked really well for the first few days. Then, as can sometimes (slash often) happen, my weirdness got in the way. 

One of the most unsettling sights to me – water.

I’ve always been a night owl. I would stay up late as a child reading with a flashlight. Once I got a TV in my room that turned into staying up late while watching what few broadcast tv stations we got with the rabbit ears, and enjoying their latest of late night offerings while laying on the carpet and drawing pictures in front of the screen. 

 

I would stay up until 2, 3, 4am on school nights, and then short change myself on sleep. Not a great plan for middle school and high school, but it didn’t seem to matter. I was a night owl, awake all alone while everyone else was asleep and I liked it. 

 

In college staying up late started to have social advantages. I could schedule my own classes, and gravitated towards ones that started later, when possible, and then I would just leave my dorm room door propped open when I was up late doing stuff. Other students would come in and hang out on their way back from a night out maybe, or taking a break from an all night cram session before a big test, possibly someone dropping by t  give their roommate some privacy, but I was always up and ready to talk, watch a movie, or listen to music.  

 

The older I get the less attractive being a night owl has become. After college I moved to Japan and worked in public schools, which very much have their own set schedules and are not open to an assistant teacher setting separate hours, – I mean, I assume. I didn’t ask – and I have found that in professional life the need for all nighters goes down sharply from my college days, or maybe I’ve just gotten better at not procrastinating as much, but that night-owl skill? Trait? Characteristic? 

 

Whatever it is, it does still come in handy, sometimes.

 

Having a baby immediately throws you into a stretch of months where time has no meaning. It’s wake up time when there is crying, it’s sleeping time when there is napping, it’s everything else time somewhere in between, but being able to be alert in the middle of the night, or konk out for a few hours mid-morning made me a pretty good new-baby wrangler. 

 

Staying up all night before a flight and then sleeping on the plane is also good for for minimizing the effects of jet-lag on long trips, I discovered, but really the older I get, the less useful of a habit, predisposition, or quirk it seems to be.

 

That’s why I didn’t find it helpful when I started feeling completely awake in the middle of the night on the cruise ship. We were traveling north, too, so I couldn’t blame this one on any timezone shift really. 

 

At home, I can go to another room, and turn lights on or do things without disturbing anyone’s sleep. But on the cruise, my family was all in the same small room together, any lights or noise would affect other people, and I ddin’t want to just sit there fully awake in the windowless cabin for hours, so I found myself quietly getting dressed in the dark, and heading out to explore in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep.

 

Well, not everyone, actually. I found a few people still in the nightclub, one of the last places on the ship to shut down, literally a few – like three people, and it looked like  that was closing up soon. 

 

Walking out around the usually crowded spots it felt a little like a ghost town. Everything was empty. These places that were never empty during the day because they were always full of people, or getting set up to be full of people, at night, those spaces and places were all abandoned, patiently waiting for the morning so they could fill back up.

 

But in the meantime, they just sat there, open, curiously empty, and quiet.

 

Well, if you heard my last episode, you know I like to paint. When I have time, and a bit of inspiration, I like to sit and make watercolor paintings. But on a boat with thousands of people freely roaming at all times, there are rarely any chances to sit down and find a subjet that’s not going to shift or change or be different in some way over an hour or two. 

 

But now, in the still of the night, there were large chunks of time to paint spaces that were normally filled with people, and I made a mental note to take advantage of these opportunities later. 

 

I noticed another thing about the middle of the night, too. There is no shortage of staff on a cruiseship. There are tons of people on board who are there working. During the day we would see all the hospitality professionals, entertainers, and staff that you are meant to see, but at night while they slept, an entirely new crew emerged.

 

People I never saw during the day came out and started going over and checking everything on the ship, resetting each piece for the morning, as well as doing maintenance, which must always be needed, but I never saw it happen during the day, when changing a lightbulb or doing HVAC work might be unsightly and get in the way of guests. But once the cruisers had gone to sleep at night they popped out like a pit-crew for a race car and repaired, replaced, and reset everything before the morning. 

 

I was completely fascinated by this. It’s as if a shark had gone to sleep, and these little cleaner fish were out in force picking out anything that didn’t belong there, missing no detail. 

 

I walked a bit more and found another wonderful night-only feature. When I went to the end of the ship where the dining rooms were, in the pre-dawn hours of early morning I discovered that there were whole sections of the boat that smelled like fresh bacon, because they shared some airway with the kitchen where the cooks were preparing breakfast items for some 2000 people. 

 

I know I’ve talked about how smells get me before, this was another one, I would walk outside and smell the saltwater air, but to come in and be hit with warmth and the unexpected smell of fresh bacon is just pretty spectacular, I gotta say. 

Walking with my thick headphones on the Alaska cruise – 2019

This first night I had been walking with just my headphones and exploring every nook of the ship I could think of that I hadn’t checked out for hours on end. Then I came back sometime pre-dawn and slipped into bed for a little shut-eye before everyone got up. I had just planned to leave the room for a bit and not wake anyone else up, but instead discovered my favorite aspect of the cruise: being up on the ship in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep. 

 

It really felt like during these hours this ship meant for thousands was really just my personal exploration zone, and that I was seeing a secret side to the ship that other people never got to experience.

 

I think I sort of shifted my plans then, making sure to nap during the day to make up for being awake during the night. 

 

After the first night I did this, I also planned my little nighttime adventures a bit more intentionally. Knowing now what the empty ship held, I was able to pack a bag with my watercolor things and over the next few days, usually at 3 or so after the final things to do on the ship ended, I would slip out of my room. 

 

I started my nights by wandering around the ship looking for a good subject to paint.  

Bar and tile mural that I set up and painted at night.

I picked a spot on the top deck next to one of the swimming pools and set up facing a now closed bar and tile mural that I would never have gotten a clean view of during the daytime.

 

Nighttime painting had another benefit I hadn’t thought of when I planned it, and that’s the light. Painting in sunlight during the day, the light changes over time. Especially over a couple of hours. Especially especially on a rocking ship that’s sailing and may be turning, as well. But night? Well of course at night the ship is lit up by artificial light, which would stay consistant throughout my painting, and make the process just that much easier.

 

So there, in my windbreaker and probably listening to some film score through my headphones, I sat and spent the next 2-3 hours on what felt like an abandoned ghost ship, and loved every second of it. 

 

I could even leave my painting stuff spread out there on the table and walk around, maybe grab a bite to eat or drink, and then come back and pick up where I left off, something I would have never considered doing when everyone was up and about, both because I didn’t just want to leave my stuff unattended but also because when the decks and pool get crowded it feels rude to take up a table that I’m not actively using.

Watercolor painting of the bar and tile mural – 2019

I repeated the process the next night, setting up in the main lobby that is usually a bustling and busy thoroughfare, and painting a part of it with a spiral staircase, bar, piano, and bronze globe in the background.  

 

It was during this painting that I really saw the crew come out like elves and expose some of the hidden workings of the ship, opening panels that I didn’t know opened, sliding pipes out into the hallway and working on electric wires through subtle conduits that I had just considered decorative elements. 

 

It was like I had snuck into a place I wasn’t allowed to be, but no one was kicking me out so I could quietly stay out of the way and just watch it all happen. 

 

It became my nightly routine. I don’t need to bore you with each night’s painting or exploring, but on the ship, or really in any new or unfamiliar place I generally like to have some time to get my bearings, to not have to be ‘on’ for anyone else, and to explore. These middle-of-the-night cruise sessions gave me the perfect dose of all three. 

 

It not only made my nights better, but with that bit of regular self care, I was a more pleasant person to be around all the rest of the time, too. The stuff that was initially so overwhelming, became much easier to navigate. I had done my bit, so I was less anxious about the rest of the group dynamics or going to this or that activity, becasue I had checked the most important activity off my list already, so I was easy to do whatever. 

 

It was really my favorite part of the cruise, and some of my fondest memories from the ship.  

 

That’s why later that year, when the uh..‘opportunity’ came up to get a ‘free cruise’ by sitting through a timeshare presentation, we decided as a family it’d be worth it.  

 

We heard the spiel, watched the power point presentation, got our free cruise voucher, and then scheduled our next cruise for March 28, 2020.  

 

Now some of the keen date-heads out there may have noticed something odd about that timing, and then remembered that March of 2020 was when the entire US, as well as the rest of the world, was shutting down and trying to limit the spread of the Novel Coronavirus Covid-19 Pandemic.  

 

So one week before we were supposed to depart, the cruise got cancelled officially. We were given a chance to reschedule 12-18 months in the future, for a date that also ended up getting bumped and re-rescheduled.

 

And now, over 2 years since we were supposed to leave initially, and 3 years since that time-share powerpoint, we finally found ourselves, once again, getting ready to go on a cruise. 

 

Different cruise line, different route, slightly smaller boat – this was the Carnival Miracle and it holds about 500 fewer passengers and 150 fewer staff, but there’s still some 3000 people on board. This time we’d head south from San Francisco to a place in Mexico and back again, and this time it would just be the immediate family. My wife was excited to just relax and look out over the ocean – She’s a California person, so she doesn’t understand my fear of the monsters underneath the water– my daughter was excited because this cruise would have waterslides on it, and I was of course excited to see what this ship would be like in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping.

View from top deck of second cruise – 2022

And so…

 

[FIRST NIGHT TAPE ]

 

I left our cabin and decided to start by going to the upper decks first and then working my way down, criss-crossing the boat as I went.

 

[FIRST NIGHT TAPE CHUNK 2 ] 

 

Now a lot of what I got outside ended up being heavy wind noise, which got louder the higher I went, and me commenting like ‘wow can you believe all the wind’ over and over. 

Bird flying next to our ship – 2022

Which normally I’d try to figure out a way to includ  e, but there’s some big noise stuff later that I’m going to have to ask you to buy in on, so I’m trying not to ask too much of you until then. 

 

After disovering that outside would mostly just produce wind noise, I ditched my jacket back in the room and got these much quieter snippets from inside, starting with the large theater at the front of the ship.

 

Also don’t worry when you hear me talk about painting. I know I surprised you with having to listen to me paint last episode and I promise I’m not going down that road again, well not so soon anyway, so don’t freak out when I refer to that plan, that’s not what’s going to end up happening.

 

[FIRST NIGHT TAPE 3]

 

Then I found a pretty crazy place on the ship that I had walked past a bunch, but never gone into.

Dr. Frankenstein’s Lab – Nightclub – 2022

[FIRST NIGHT TAPE 4]

 

I gotta say, a Frankenstein-themed nightclub? I was NOT expecting that. It made me hope that other cruise ships had coordinating ones, so like an invisible man nightclub, a wolfman nightclub, mummy nightclub, all the classic Universal monsters.

12 Foot Tall Frankenstein’s Monster in a Frankenstein Night Club

Which, after I returned I knew I shouldn’t but I looked up anyway and yeah, that’s not a thing, sorry. There’s a Werewolf club in London that yelpers say is closed now, and a Dracula club in St. Moritz, Switzerland, but not the interconnected monster nightclub universe I was hoping for.

 

The next night I switched to a lavalier mic that I clipped to my shirt, and then tucked the recorder away in a hot pink fanny pack I wore under that shirt, since I had noticed a lot of funny looks, and rightly so, when I was using my other set-up.

 

 [SECOND NIGHT TAPE 1]

 

I started with the outside first again this evening. So remember earlier when I said I needed to save my loud noise points for later? Well this is later. Now mind you, I’ve already worked on the audio here, and dropped what’s about to happen by some 40 some-odd decibels, so it’s safe to hear, but it still may be somewhat alarming. 

 

[SECOND NIGHT TAPE 2]

 

I cut out some of the foghorns, but I think you get the idea. That was happening every few minutes and a few times it really GOT me right in it’s blast zone. That’s an intense noise.

 

So after getting some tape outside, it was time to go in again.

 

[SECOND NIGHT TAPE 3]

 

I adjusted my setup, which meant putting away my big headphones before I went into the club.

 

Again, these are snippets. I was probably in there for 3 or 4 songs that have been cut down to these clips. 

 

I also tried to talk into my mic over the music at certain points so if there’s something I’m trying to say I’ll repeat that when the music isn’t playing.

 

[SECOND NIGHT TAPE 4]

 

Here’s where I talked myself into going down the stairs and sitting next to the dance floor to start with.   

 

So yeah, I tried to get myself to dance a bunch of times, tried to talk myself into it and be like okay, next song I go out there. I’m not a never-dancer. I’m a rare-dancer, but this night in front of a room full of strangers my introversion got the better of me.

 

But there was one guy there who didn’t seem to have that problem. I mean there were a lot of people out just dancing, but I’m talking about someone who was mainly sitting on the sidelines, like me. And I’m gonna call this guy ‘Mr. Big Fun.’

 

So Mr. Big Fun was sitting over at a table with his group, and he seemed like he was having a great time, but every so often, when the vibe in the club would dip too low, Mr. Big Fun got up from his seat and strode up to the dancefloor. Now he wasn’t dancing, but istead Mr. Big Fun paraded around in a large arc all around the dance floor and hyped everyone up, group by group. Then he would come back off the dance floor and each time it was popping and the energy was strong again when he finished. It was genuinely impressive. 

I commented on my recording which is hard to hear, but I got to the end of my lemonade, and then getting to the end of the ice was what made me decide to pop upstairs for a quick refill. 

 

Now the next bit I’m going to play in real time, no cuts. So I’ll talk over it a little,

 

It starts with me climbing the nightclub stairs heading up to deck 9 for more lemonade 

 

Carnival Miracle Cruise Ship – 2022

So let me explain the drink situation a little bit here. On the boat they offer drink packages. One for alcohol, a different one for sodas, with per day or per trip prices. So of course the nightclub served drinks, BUT if you’re like me and you didn’t pay for a package, the choices were water, iced tea, or lemonade. That was all free, but the iced tea/lemonade dispensers were on the 9th floor at the eating area.

 

Now I’m doing this in real time because I’m only gone from the club for 2 minutes and 10 seconds total, but during that time everything changes. You’ll hear the walkie-talkie of a security guard who catches the same elevator as me. Listen.

 

I returned to a full on all out brawl on the dance floor. I’m talking 20 people at LEAST. 10 aunts and uncles of one family vs 10 aunts and uncles of another family, it was wild. 

 Some of the people were trying to get at other people, some of them were trying to hold back those people, and some people were just trying to get out of the way.

 

The problem was that everyone was falling down all over the dance floor at the same time. It looked like some full drinks had hit the ground, covering the area with tons of liquid, which people were slipping and falling in. Other people were slipping while they tried to help people up, and a bunch of them were clearly operating deep into their drink packages that night, and, oh yeah, the whole thing was on a ship that was literally moving up and down the whole time. 

 

The security guard who rushed in from my elevator was one of 10 guards who had piled into the club and they were working hard to sort through the chaos, separate fighting parties, and get everyone out of the nightclub.

 

It was a lot of this kind of audio, and then because I wasn’t wearing my headphones to monitor the audio, I didn’t notice when my microphone just totally cut out. When i got to a spot i could check my audio i fixed the connection.

 

[SECOND NIGHT TAPE 5]

 

So I went back up to the only place food was still available, and waited to see if anyone else from the nightclub would come up too.

 

[SECOND NIGHT TAPE 6]

 

And, sure enough,two groups did show up, looking to eat one last free pizza, but also talk about the fight…

 

The guilty tripper speaking now is none other than Mr. Big Fun, himself. 

 

He sat down at one table and tried to get the other group to sit with him, except they were a solid trio and were deep in their own conversation, but I wasn’t, so guy looking to talk, meet guy wanting to listen. 

 

I turned off my mic for reasons I’ll explain later, but I had a great talk with him and his girlfriend. I found out Mr. Big Fun’s real name was Darrel, that this was their first cruise, and his story of what happened during those 2:10 I was gone, because Mr. Big Fun was, of course, at the center of it all.

 

And yeah, it could be subjective and not completely how it happened, but I love this version so I’m going to choose to believe it happened exactly as Mr. Big Fun describes.

 

According to Darrel, on one of his hype-walks, a guy who was big into dancing from the other family stopped him and challenged him to a dance-off.

 

I kid you not that is where this starts. Okay, so guy one challenges Darrel to a dance-off, Darrel says “I don’t dance fight, I just fight fight.” 

 

Now the way Darrel said it to me it didn’t sound like any kind of a challenge at all, but guy one responded “Oh, I do that too.”

 

Darrel said this was the point he felt it was a challenge, so he said “we can go outside on deck 9.” which is really funny to me, thinking of two guys mad enough to fight each other being patient enough to wait for and take separate elevators up seven floors and all that. 

 

Guy one says “or we could just stay right here.” and then I guess that’s when things got physical. It was a one on one thing but since everyone was with a bunch of people it quickly became a bench clearing brawl.

 

Darrel said he didn’t start it, but once it turned physical, he felt obligated to just jump in and be in the middle of it all for his family. That’s what the ‘guilty by association’ thing was referring to.  

 

So then after all that, I hooked my recorder, mic, and headphones back up to talk about it, and you can hear me trying to process my thoughts in this montage. 

 

[SECOND NIGHT TAPE 7]

 

So I think the events that last night really did alter the trajectory of this episode. It was all about how calm and quiet the ship can be in the middle of the night, and just, well, that’s not what my tape really showed…

 

But the early a.m. cruise walkers were telling me that morning was inevitable, so I took one last lap around the boat on my way back to the room.

 

[SECOND NIGHT TAPE 8]

 

There were subtle differences between my two cruise experiences, for instance no bacon smells on my cruise this time, and no hockey sized fights on the first cruise. Potato potahto.

 

I was half hoping that the giant frankenstein would come to life as a huge robot bouncer, just grabbing the fighters and holding them apart from each other, but it didn’t do any of that. It didn’t do anything, not even light up or bounce its shoulders or anything, I mean if I go to all the trouble of making a 12 foot tall Frankenstein, I feel like bouncing shoulders are like bare minimum.

Our Portal Window on the second cruise – 2022

But yeah, I had gone out expecting a peaceful quiet night and got the complete opposite, but this is all about having experiences, and that was my experience this time.  

 

I mean, I still went out and found that solitary peace on the first night, and on the first cruise, but ultimately going out at 3 am is about being open to whatever is going to happen that wouldn’t during the day, and sometimes i guess that means nightclub fights. It’s all a part of it, really.

 

Oh, and I contacted Mr. Big Fun after the cruise to find out one more thing. See, I knew security was escorting people down to their cabins because Mr. Big Fun and his girlfriend told me they got escorted down, but then waited until security left, and snuck back out to get pizza.

 

And I was curious if anyone had gotten in any real trouble from the brawl, like if there were any land cops waiting for them as they got off the boat. 

 

I mean, this was a real concern for Mr. Big Fun, so I asked him after and he said that nothing had happened with him or anyone in his party that he knew about. 

 

It sounds like the situation was like a teacher on the last day of school when kids are acting up and they were just like – “there’s literally 5 hours until people start getting off the boats, could you all just chill please?” So yeah, no repercussions. Just a good ol’fashioned slobber-knocker.

 

But a legendary fight like that, especially because it happened on a boat, out at sea, deserves, nay demands to have a suitable song made for it. 

 

And I’m nothing if not a slave to tradition. 

 

So here, to forever commemorate the crazy night we had, I present the Cruise Ship. 3 AM Sea Shanty. (take it away)

 

[TRACK – SEA SHANTY, 3AM]

 

And with that, Cruise Ships at 3AM become the next entry into the Perfectorium, the index of perfect things. 

 

You can find it at the show’s website, perfectshowpodcast.com, where you can also see pictures and videos related to each episode. A direct link to the Perfectorium is at perfectshowpodcast.com/perfectorium.

 

Special thanks to Simon Carryer for the banjo tracks in the episode like this one and on the sea shanty. You can find his contact info as well as the links for all the musical artists in the show notes and on the episode’s webpage.

 

If you’d like to contact the show, you can email PerfectShowShow@gmail.com, and connect on Twitter, Youtube or Instagram to the name @PerfectShowShow.

 

This episode was recorded and mixed at Morena Studios in Oakland, California. 

 

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And remember, I’m not a singer and I’m not a teenager, I’m a dad. So doing tik tok sea shanty memes way after no one else cares about them with my own Weird Al lyrics is COMPLETELY ON BRAND, i’ll have you know. And I don’t feel a bit of shame for my actions here.

 

Anyway, until next time. I’m Scot Maupin, and thanks for listening to The Perfect Show.

 

 

Music from this episode by:

 

Simon Carryer – https://www.simoncarryer.com/

 

Bastereon – https://www.fiverr.com/bastereon

 

Brrrrravo – https://www.fiverr.com/brrrrravo

 

kgrapofficial – https://www.fiverr.com/kgrapofficial

 

dawnshire – https://www.fiverr.com/dawnshire

 

desparee – https://www.fiverr.com/desparee

 

rito_shopify – https://www.fiverr.com/rito_shopify

 

Aandy Valentine – https://www.fiverr.com/aandyvalentine

 

From the Free Music Archive and used under a Creative Commons License:

 

Komiku – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku

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This episode Scot revisits stories of the most amazing building he’s ever been to, the Taj Mahal, and the magic that happens to it during an Indian sunrise. 

 

Scot also looks more locally to see if there is anything around his area that can help recreate this experience and even complete a part of it he could never do in India.

 

Trying something new this time for the webpage, here’s a rough transcript of the episode, with the images and videos inserted into the transcript where they came up in the episode.

 

 

Hi, and welcome to The Perfect Show. I’m your host, Scot Maupin. I’m what you might call a perfection prospector, sifting through life looking for little things or experiences that could be considered ‘perfect.’ Join me each episode as I examine one topic that I’m presenting as a little nugget of perfection.

 

Photographs usually do a pretty good job of showing you what something looks like. The colors, shapes, sort of giving you a sense of that thing. Photography is built around this idea. TV and movies are built around this idea.  Online shopping is built around this idea.

 

Photographers and cinematographers know how to take the time to make something look so great, it looks even better than the real thing. 

 

But then there are those things that are so amazing in person, so spectacular, that no photo ever does them justice. The best they can manage is a pale imitation. One of those things, for me, is the Taj Mahal.

Misha in front of the Taj Mahal. Agra, India.

 

My mom was an elementary school art teacher for 40 years and we always had these gigantic books of different artists’ works with huge detailed pictures of their paintings. She would use them as resources in class to show students and for her own classes as she worked on her Master’s degree in the summers. Monet, Dali, Rockwell, Picasso, Gauguin, Van Gogh, Matisse, I was flipping through all of them over and over from an early age.  

 

We would also go regularly to the Nelson-Atkins art museum in Kansas City, so I grew up seeing paintings both in books and in-person a lot. It got me interested in art, eventually allowing me to enter college on an art scholarship, and pretty much affected everything in my life.

 

During college, I would have one art history course each semester, which would put me in a big auditorium twice a week looking at giant projections of paintings on a screen.

 

One summer while traveling through Chicago I made a visit to the Chicago Institute of Art museum, where I got to see a traveling exhibit of Van Gogh paintings including one that I had seen on the screen in art history class, and also in my mom’s books. It was small in real life. Smaller than the giant screen projection, of course, but also smaller than the reproduction of it I had seen in the book. 

 

The real painting was smaller than a piece of printer paper, which really surprised me. And modest, it wasn’t showy at all. It was just a small painting of the sun setting over a wheat field. 

 

I really didn’t pay attention to it much on the screen or in the book. Just flipped right past it, but then there, in person, it stopped me in my tracks. 

 

I remember having the absurd initial reaction of thinking they shouldn’t allow photos of this to be in books or online because you just lose so much. The type of thing where it feels almost rude to show people the photograph of it first and let them think they’ve seen what the real thing is like. Pictures hadn’t shown me the texture that the globs of paint had or really represented the vibrance of the colors well at all.

 

I hadn’t had this sort of a jarring disconnect when seeing any other paintings before, and I had seen a lot of paintings. This was just the one for me. It shot to the top of my list immediately. The photos had shown me what the image looked like, but not at all what it was like to actually see the painting, if that makes any sense. 

 

Like a replica that doesn’t really replicate the thing.

 

Now this sort of phenomenon has happened multiple times over my life. Most often with landscapes, or sunsets – stuff that often just flattens and dies in a photo. 

 

It’s happened a few times with paintings, like the one in Chicago, and once with a building. That building was the famous Taj Mahal in India.

 

I mentioned last episode that I had my honeymoon in India, and we went there without a real plan apart from visiting the ‘Golden Triangle’ trio of tourism cities, which are Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur, and then adding on a fourth city, Udaipur.

 

Ok, so it’s geography time again…

This is beginning to become a regular feature on the show, I guess, but the Golden Triangle is that trio of cities in the northern part of India. India’s total population is 1.38 billion. Delhi, India’s capital city, holds 18 million of those people.

 

Then to the south of Delhi 220 km, or 137 miles – a 2-3 hour train ride away –  is Agra, a beautiful city known for The Agra Fort, but more famously for The Taj Mahal, which sits in Agra on the banks of the Yamuna River.

 

Northwest of Agra about the same distance, 230 km or 143 miles – a 3-4 hour train ride away – is Jaipiur, also known as ‘The Pink City,’ and it’s a center for a huge market of shops and bazaars and trade. 

 

Then Jaipur is 260 kilometers from Delhi again. These three cities form a rough triangle, and that’s the Golden Triangle that people talk of when they are talking about India.

 

Down southwest of Jaipur nearly 400 kilometers, or almost 250 miles, outside the golden triangle, is the city of Udaipur. It’s a 7-8 hour train ride, so that’s an all-day thing from Jaipur, or an overnight thing from Delhi.  

 

Udaipur is a city built around a huge manmade lake called Lake Pichola. I say manmade and because I’m an American that always serves up a certain connotation in my mind as to what time period we’re talking about, but India is a way different place, with a way different timeline, so you have to adjust a bit to how that changes things. This manmade lake was completed in 1362, nearly 700 years ago. 

Palace Hotel on Lake Pichola in Udaipur, India.

Lake Pichola has one island with a super-fancy hotel on it. I mean the hotel is the island, out in the middle of the lake, and it looks like a palace. This was featured prominently in the James Bond movie, ‘Octopussy,’ and restaurants around the lake continually remind you of that point by trying to beckon you to their nightly viewings of the film over a lake backdrop, but more on that later. 

 

I had talked my wife, Misha, into my bright idea of landing in India with zero plans or reservations of any kind because I read to be wary of online reservations and getting a bait and switch when you register for hotels that way. So I thought it would be better to just be dropped off somewhere central, make our way to lodging, and then inspect it when we got there. 

 

Of course, this was, as my ideas can sometimes be, terribly underthought-through. I’m far too quick to just think ‘Ah, it’ll probably work out somehow.’ and not plan too much for the trip. We hopped off the plane late, I think 9 or 10 at night, hailed a cab, and asked for a ride to the New Delhi train station. 

 

People sometimes use Delhi and New Delhi interchangeably, but there is a difference. New Delhi is one of the districts within the larger city of Delhi. While the larger city of Delhi has been in place since the 6th century BC, New Delhi was really overhauled, restructured, and remade in 1911 by the British when they occupied India. 

 

A lot of the buildings and roads are made with European architecture influences, so it’s a trip to go from outer Delhi into New Delhi and start seeing that British influence on things like Connaught Place, a large shopping area. 

 

New Delhi is where India’s seat of government is, and holds India’s capital, but New Delhi is only 42.7 square kilometers compared to all of Delhi, which is over 46,000 square kilometers. Using Delhi and New Delhi interchangeably would be like using “San Francisco” interchangeably with “Fisherman’s Wharf.” 

 

So it was the New Delhi train station where we had asked to be dropped off that night on our cab ride from the airport.

 

I thought that seemed like a good place to orient ourselves, check the maps, and make a plan, so we hopped out and started plotting our moves right there in front of the station… which had the effect of inviting other people to try and insert themselves into that process. 

 

We got approached almost instantly by many eager gentlemen keen to show us to the spot we just must be looking for. We knew about these guys, too. They get a cut from the hotel if they can bring in paying customers, so they will say anything they need to, not so much making sure it’s all true.

 

So we just started walking instead, which momentarily kept people from taking an interest in us. Stopping, especially to consult a map or book, though, would get us swarmed with unhelpful helpers offering unhelpful help. 

 

We must have looked like bright shiny idiots that night, a beacon calling out for anyone who wanted to test their luck on the two new kids. We hadn’t really gotten a chance to get our India legs yet. 

 

Ultimately, we stayed at a nicer place than we had budgeted for because of this, willing to call off our search because it was late, the place was very nice, it would only be for the one night, we were exhausted, and besides, this was a honeymoon, right?

 

We had planned what cities we would go to, but not what order or how many days we’d stay in any of them, so in the calm of that nice first hotel room we decided that maybe Delhi wasn’t our speed yet, and made plans to hop a train to Agra the next day. 

 

Agra’s a smaller city, I mean everything but Mumbai is a smaller city than Delhi, but Agra is also a slower city. This is the city with the Taj Mahal in it, and its economy largely revolves around the tourism that building attracts. That’s what brought us there. 

 

We had read that the best times to view the Taj were sunrise and sunset, with sunrise being the better of the two. The way tickets to the Taj work is you have to get in line to purchase tickets for that day, separate lines for men and women, get your ticket, then wait in another line for the security check. 

 

There are lots of rules for what you can and can’t bring into the Taj, and they have armed guards who seem pretty serious about you following them. 

List of restricted items posted at our hotel for the Taj Mahal in Agra, India.

No food or drink, but you could bring a transparent water bottle, meaning like a small, disposable, plastic one. This is all the water you get for your time inside. You can bring your camera, but not a sketch pad, book, or any writing utensils. I was making a sketchbook of my time in India, so I remember this rule well because I had wanted to come in and sketch or draw the Taj Mahal for sure, but found out the night before that I couldn’t bring in my drawing stuff.  

 

I didn’t dig too hard but it does make sense to me on multiple levels. Firstly, of course, keeping out food and drink helps keep food and drink spills from happening on a priceless monument, prevents destructive critters who might want to eat that food and drink from being attracted, and the no pens or pencils thing makes sense too, because while I wanted to bring it in and draw a picture OF the Taj, I can imagine the temptation for people to want to visit and then draw or write ON the Taj. 

 

When I visited Stonehenge, we had to view it from a ways away because they used to let people just walk up and touch the stones, but too many were chipping off small pieces to take home. So they had to rope it off and keep people a certain distance away because if they hadn’t, according to the Stonehenge people, it would have been completely gone at the rate it was being chipped away. 

 

So no one gets a chance to write on the Taj Mahal because we as a species completely can’t control ourselves and we deface and destroy pretty much anything and everything when given even the slightest chance? Yeah, that seems about right. 

 

They are very serious about keeping the place nice, and they post lists all over of all the prohibited items, We saw ours out front of our hotel the night before in time to leave anything on the list back in our room, and you’d be wise to take note of these signs because if you bring something on them with you, either it’s not getting in or you’re not getting in, ticket or no.

 

Items on the website and sign include drones, any tobacco products, firearms, candy, wire, bags of any kind, stickers of any kind, tripods, or materials for prayer, also no electronic devices apart from your camera and phone.

 

Mobile phones are to be switched off or on silent when you are inside, and they ask you not to make noise in or around the mausoleum. They even enforce a half-kilometer radius from the Taj where you can’t operate any polluting vehicles so that less smog would be in the air to stain the monument. 

 

That might be the most impressive ban to me, because Agra may be comparatively small to Delhi, but it still holds 1.6 million people. I’ll tell you anywhere else we went in India, a zone like that seemed like a completely impossible thing to establish and maintain.

 

Even so, The Taj Mahal doesn’t avoid all pollution, and every so often it undergoes a process called multiani mitti, a traditional mudpack, where mud is caked on by hand, and then brushed off, and then the brilliant white shine returns until it’s time for another rejuvenation. 

 

Other items on the banned list might seem more curious at first. Books of any kind, tripods, phone chargers, or extra batteries, prayer materials, but this ties-in to the second reason why I couldn’t bring my sketchbook with me. 

 

That reason, I think, is a less obvious one, though. The Taj grounds are open from just before sun up to just after sundown, but your ticket is only good for entry once, no re-entry. So if you wanted to come in and see the sunrise and sunset, you’d need to stay all day and not go out. Stay all day without food, with whatever small amount of water you got in with, under the heat of the Indian sun.

 

Extended drawing projects, books to read, cell phone recharges, or meals would make it easier for people to stay longer, which means the site gets more crowded, less magical, fewer people get to cycle in per day, they sell fewer tickets and make less money on the attraction as a whole. 

 

Speaking of tickets, they are different prices depending on your nationality. For Indians the tickets are 50 rupees, about $1 when I was there, or 64 cents now, google tells me. For foreigners, the price is 1100 rupees, with an additional 200 rupee fee if you want to go up and see the main mausoleum building, which you should definitely do. To go all that way and not see the main thing, I mean, just count the 200 rupees in the price of the ticket, so 1300 rupees total, or $16.74 today. Oh, and currently you have to buy all tickets online, they don’t have the in-person ticket window open because of Covid. 

 

When Misha and I went in 2009 it was 500 rupees for the ticket plus 250 for the mausoleum add-on, so 750 rupees total, which was about $15 then, so not that different comparatively.

 

It makes sense that the prices are so contrasted between Indian and non-Indian. It’s an important Indian site, and it should really be accessible to everyone there. Also, the levels of wages and cost of living disparity between India and the countries people come to visit the Taj from really makes it necessary to set the separate prices.

 

Since we wanted to see the sunrise, we requested a wake-up call for like 3 am the next morning, – a wake-up call which ended up being a person coming over from the hotel office and banging loudly on our door with both fists- and then made our way in the dark over to the Taj gates for sunrise.

The Taj Mahal. Agra, India.

You can see the top of the Taj Mahal from some places around it, but the grounds have a tall, red, sandstone wall around them which makes going inside the only way to really see the front of the structure.

 

After getting through security there’s a large lawn with a long, beautiful pool and some walkways between you and the main buildings. Those main buildings are up on a raised platform above ground level. This is the view of the Taj Mahal that probably 99% of the world is familiar with: the pool of water reflecting the structure to make a second image of the Taj Mahal for the photo.

 

We were among the first people being let in that day, so we made our way pretty directly to the main buildings. I remember it being quiet. India had been a place that up to that point had seemed extremely loud to me, with sounds always coming from every direction, but this was quiet, tranquil even, considering I was among a bunch of other tourists at that very moment. 

 

At the base of the platform there is a spot to put your shoes. It’s optional, but I’m really glad that I did it because without my sandals, I was able to stand foot to marble on one of the most amazing structures on earth. I remember the ground being cool, not cold, but more than anything I remember it being remarkably smooth under my bare feet.

bare feet at the taj mahal
Bare Feet at the Base of the Taj Mahal. Agra, India.

 

Shah Jahan was emperor of the Mughal empire, which controlled a giant chunk of south Asia, and was, in many ways, India before India. He had the Taj commissioned as a mausoleum to house the tomb of his favorite wife, Mumtaz Mahal, who died while giving birth to her 14th child. Wow, 14th…

 

Okay, so there’s the white main building most people are familiar with, but the Taj Mahal complex is actually three buildings next to each other. On either side of the white marble Taj Mahal are giant red sandstone buildings that face inward towards the Taj. One is a mosque, that’s clear, the other one’s purpose is a bit more ambiguous

 

Theories are that it could have been a guest house or used for something else, it could even have been built just to ‘balance out’ the mosque, and make the site more symmetrical. I read that theory, too, but it seems the knowledge of why it was originally built has been lost over the ages.

The Taj Mahal. Agra, India.

 

 

 

 

The mausoleum in the center, what most people think of when they imagine the Taj Mahal, is made of white marble with intricate carvings and inlaid precious stones. Most Mughal buildings of that time were constructed of the red sandstone that make up the buildings to its side, and the nearby Agra Fort, but Shah Jahan wanted The Taj made out of white marble, and he was sort of was the first person who did that, and it caused a wave of similar design in Mughal architecture following the Taj.

 

The building is 73 meters or 240 feet tall at the tip, which includes the famous large onion-shaped bulb on top that accounts for 35 meters or 115 feet of that height. 

 

The precious stones are inlaid in pietra dura designs, which look like vines and flowers on some of the marble surfaces in beautiful circular and overlapping patterns. 

 

The building is also surrounded by four tall white minarets, or columns, on the four corners of the platform. These minarets are 40 meters or 130 feet tall, and an interesting bit of trivia is that they aren’t perfectly vertical. All four of them lean slightly away from the Taj Mahal’s main structure, so that in the event that they were to collapse or be toppled over, something that happened from time to time, Wikipedia says, then they would fall away from that main building and be less likely to damage it. 

Scot in front of the Taj Mahal. Agra, India

So the main reason why we were there at sunrise, and why the guide books suggested it, was that during sunrise the Taj Mahal was supposed to change colors as you watch. Well, I mean, it doesn’t actually change colors, but it appears to be different colors at different points in the sunrise. That was the claim anyhow, so we were there in part to test it out. 

 

By the time we reached the building it was a bit lighter in the sky, close to sunrise. And over the next several minutes we watched the sun come up and its effects on the Taj Mahal. There’s a lot going on with this building, so the best place to see this color change effect is via the smooth large bulb on top. 

 

Because of the dome’s height, the colors sort of start there, and then wash down over the rest of the building gradually.

 

In the beginning, the whole structure is a blueish hue in the early morning light, with the cool night sky behind it. Then the structure almost imperceptively shifts to a beautiful pink briefly, first on the dome, then down over the whole thing, followed by a gorgeous yellow for a bit, and then ultimately transitions to the brilliant white that it wears for the rest of the day. 

 

I’ve never seen the Northern Lights, but I imagine that’s the same feeling, of planning it out and then being in the right place at the right time to witness a phenomenon. 

 

I locked that moment into my memory, with the cool wind blowing and quiet conversations in many languages just barely audible in the background, watching the most amazing building I had ever seen in person magically change colors before my eyes. 

 

Actually, it was really the most stunning uh.. created thing I had ever seen up to that point, or even after. Top #1 thing made by humans that I’ve seen in this world. 

Scot in front of the Taj Mahal. Agra, India

I think it was while watching the color change that the same thought popped into my head again, “There shouldn’t be pictures of this thing. They just flatten what is magnificent about it on so many levels.”

 

But of course there should be pictures. That would be nuts, right? Sorry, no photos of this thing, it’s too beautiful for photography. But that’s, again, where my brain went when standing before it. Sort of resentful, even, that I thought I knew what this thing looked like from the photos I had seen of it and that no one had told me how different it really was in person.

 

In the light of the full morning sun, and having successfully seen the thing we were there to see, I went in and explored the rest of the building more leisurely. It’s huge, but also smaller than I expected inside. Or rather, I don’t know what I thought would be inside the main building, but I guess I had imagined it to resemble a house in some way, being divided up into rooms inside. But that’s not what it was like at all. 

 

There’s no electricity there, maybe that’s obvious, but it means that inside you can look at the mausoleum and touch blocks of marble that were intricately carved hundreds of years ago, but the light you’re working with is whatever has made its way in from outside and then was not also being blocked out by other tourists. 

 

That’s one reason why it’s great to go first thing, there aren’t nearly as many people there with you, but then again there isn’t nearly as much light to see details by either. 

 

Inside the center of the structure are two ornate tombs, one for Shah Jahan’s wife Mumtaz Mahal, and the other for Shah Jahan himself who died in 1658, only 5 years after the completion of construction on the Taj. Well, actually, Wikipedia says the main building mausoleum part was essentially done in 1643 but work on other phases continued for the next 10 years so really he died more like 15 years after the Taj was built. 

 

These two ornate tombs, however, are both empty inside. The real tombs for Shah Jahan and his wife are on a lower level, closed off, and arranged very specifically with their heads turned to face Mecca. 

 

After exploring the main building, we explored the mosque and the maybe-guest-house/maybe-just-built-to-be-symmetrical-house on either side of the mausoleum. They were less crowded by far, but I kept turning back and looking at the Taj from whatever other building we were at. I just couldn’t help it. 

 

Meanwhile I of course took tons of photos. Some of the Taj, some of us in front of the Taj, the thing where you pretend you’re touching the tip of the dome from the right angle or whatever. When push came to shove the ‘there shouldn’t be pictures’ thing didn’t really slow me down any here, I don’t think.

Scot and Misha in front of the Taj Mahal

I remember hanging out on the grounds for a little while. Soaking in the everything-I-could until probably mid-morning, when we decided it was about the right time to head out. 

 

After a short nap to recharge in the hotel,  we were back out on the streets of Agra, and I was still processing the Taj Mahal. We had come to Agra just to see it, and now that we had we were planning on leaving Agra the following day but I was still churning over the experience that had floored me that morning. 

 

The next day we would be hopping a train to the third city on our journey, but that also meant one more sunrise here, and I was keen to try for a second bite of the apple with seeing the Taj Mahal. The problem was, however, that this would be a Friday morning, and the gates of the Taj are closed on Fridays, so no tickets, and no one inside the walls.

 

But there were other options. There’s an entire side-industry based around every way possible to see the Taj without going through those gates, and Friday, of course, was the busiest day of the week.

 

The monument is built on the western banks of the Yamuna river, a big waterway which runs through Delhi, through Agra, behind the Taj, and eventually into the Ganges River. So the next morning before sunrise we walked down to the water, where you can hire a boat to take you out to see the Taj from the river.

 

This is probably the second most famous view of the Taj, and if in pictures you are seeing it reflected over a wide stretch of water and not a narrow one, that’s the Yamuna river and you’re seeing it from the back angle. 

 

This is also possible because those tall red sandstone walls that go around the monument stop at the banks of the river and there’s no wall around the back side. So it might seem like this would be a good place to slip around the edge and get in for free, but the multiple armed guards I saw patroling these points might disagree.

Scot drawing the Taj from the boat

 

We found a boatsman with a large flat wooden barge type thing, negotiated a price, and then he used a long stick to propel us slowly out into the middle of the Yamuna waters, like you’d see them use in canals in Venice. The river was pretty calm, making it nice to lay back on the barge and check out the view we had just paid to see again. 

 

The sunrise was amazing, as sunrises usually are, but while the skies lit up in different colors, from this orientation they didn’t have the same effect on the Taj Mahal, well I mean not on the side we could see, which was the backside. The early morning light changed colors again but the Taj really didn’t, this time. I think I caught a little of it off on the sides of the bulbs and column, maybe, but not really the same at all. 

 

The boatsman hadn’t been as strict with his security procedures so I had brought a backpack aboard that I was using as a pillow, and I had also brought my sketchbook with some pens and pencils. 

 

I sat up after we got a good enough view and started drawing, the boat was moving constantly, changing the angles of what I was seeing so I had to work fast. I managed a few quick sketches in pencil and then spent the rest of the ride trying to work on one in ink. 

I enjoyed drawing, as I usually do, but I wish I could have had longer, or been on a more stationary point to work from. Still, this was letting me draw the Taj Mahal, which 24 hours ago had not been possible, so I wasn’t trying to look any gift horses in any mouths.

 

We went back to the shore after a bit, got off the boat while the boatsman negotiated with new riders, and walked back up to the city for the rest of the morning until our departure time. We had checked out of our hotel that morning so today we would just have to power through until we boarded the train. 

 

We were joined for part of our walk by a skittering pack of monkeys loudly running away from some absentminded tourist who had apparently left their bags of chips and snacks a little too unguarded.

 

And that was it for Agra. We went to the station after lunch, and hopped on the train to the next city on our itinerary, Jaipur. 

 

We did a little exploring and shopping in Jaipur, went to see a bollywood movie from the balcony of the famous Raj Mandir theater there, but for me, nothing there really compared to the Taj Mahal. I think the city itself was maybe full of more interesting points than Agra, but none of those points peaked as high as the Taj did in my book, if that makes sense.

 

Oh, for the movie we just went to see whatever was playing, which ended up being the perfect one for us. The film is called Dil Bole Hadippa, and it….well, let’s just say it isn’t rated strongly on IMDB but we quite liked it, maybe even for the same reason that IMDB viewers didn’t. 

 

What confusion and hilarious mix-ups which ensue! Oh, the elaborate shenanigans she must concoct! We’re talking toodle-oo, drive-by fruiting, Mrs. Doubtfire levels. Like a reverse-Ladybugs, with Jonathan Brandis.

It was about cricket, which I don’t really understand, and in Hindi, which I understand even less, but the gender-swapping love story part was simple enough that we followed along just fine, with killer songs and elaborate dance numbers along the way, complete with long flowing strips of colorful cloth and ferris wheels. Just delightful. 

Buying tickets for the movie had been a little bit tricky, though. Many places in India, and this was true for tickets to get into the Taj Mahal as well, there are two lines to buy tickets, one for men, or Gents, as they would label it, and one for women, or Ladies, as its label would read. Ladies and Gents, those were the two terms I saw everywhere. 

 

The Gents’ line was way shorter so I just hopped into it first and it turns out that when I got to the front I only had access to tickets for the lower sections, as a man, which meant I could buy tickets for certain areas of the theater but not the higher balconies.

 

I left my line and  tagged Misha in, so she got into the ladies’ line and was able to buy tickets in any section, including the balconies. The reason for this was so that single women going to the theater could sit in separate sections and not be, well let me be blunt here, but to not be harassed and creeped on by single men. 

 

So women had access to more parts of the theater, and married couples wanted to sit in those nicer sections of the theater too, so the ladies line was long because it represented single women and the women half of many married couples looking to buy tickets in those nicer sections like how we were. 

 

But we got balcony seats, ate samosas, loved the movie, and just the whole experience was wonderful. 

Hotel in the center of Lake Pichola, Udaipur, India.

 

Our next destination was Udaipur, remember, the city built around that lake from Octopussy? And we had more adventures here. We did eventually cave to one of the constant barkers wanting us to come watch that James Bond movie over dinner. 

 

And whatever we were expecting…wasn’t what it was. We walked up some narrow steps to the roof of a building near the lake and sat at one of the tables. There were no other customers, we were the first, but it wasn’t that late yet so we were probably just early for dinner. However when we got midway through the meal and there was still no one else around we asked about the James Bond movie, you know, the thing that we had come here primarily for, that the guy on the street had literally said come upstairs and watch it while you eat, that one.

 

Up on the roof was a big, rectangular cement block wall that had been painted white. Now I’ve been to a lot of theaters and I know a perfect screen set up when I see one, so I started looking around for the projector.

 

And sure enough, the guy we had asked about the movie had disappeared and now reappeared with a long extension cord and a rolling cart. 

 

What the man was wheeling out, with the extension cord, wasn’t a projector, though, but a small television set on a cart. We’re talking the old kind. With a big, thick Cathode Ray Tube.

 

Below this TV sat an equally ancient-looking VCR. Uh, do people know what a VCR is? It’s a machine you hook up to a tv and can play video from VHS tapes…which were the way to watch movies before streaming and before DVDs. 


He wheeled the small 15-inch screen out and created just a hilarious image for me of watching the movie on that small dark box instead of the massive white wall behind it. 

 

So we finished our meal to Octopussy under the night sky.

 

McMeal in McDonalds New Delhi

The food was good, even if the atmosphere was bizarrely crazy, but actually, pretty much all the food in India was good. We got to have Indian food for every meal, and it was amazing. I don’t remember any of them being bad, but also I don’t remember the food from really any of the meals specifically, it was just great Indian food throughout the whole trip that we had at like a zillion different places. 

We deviated a couple of times, both during the Indian holiday of Diwali, which happened while we were there and most, if not all, of the traditional restaurants around us closed shop as people traveled back home to observe and celebrate. 

First, we went to go see what Mcdonald’s in India was like, and it was a trip. They don’t serve beef, which may be obvious, or may not be, but people who practice the Hindu religion don’t eat beef, and that’s a sizable percentage of the Indian population. Another sizable chunk of India is Muslim, and practicing Muslims don’t eat pork, so there was none of that at Mcdonald’s either, meaning no hamburgers or bacon, and that meant a ton of sandwich and menu options that I had never seen before.

 

The McChicken seemed like the flagship item, with a McVeggie by its side because again, a large number of people in India are vegetarian, so all menu items like the Pizza McPuff, another thing I saw, were coded with little green dots to signify they were a vegetarian item, or red dots if they weren’t. 

 

The other western restaurant we tried one night during Diwali was Papa John’s and that was surreal as well. I mean I think it was just pizza with Indian-ish toppings as options, but the fact that we found a Papa John’s there in Connaught Circle, New Delhi of all places, was just wild to me.

Papa John’s in New Delhi

All the Indian restaurants we ate at were chock full of delicious curries, but nothing that really stands out individually, it’s just in my memory that all the food on our trip was really, really, good.

Papa John’s workers in New Delhi

In all I loved my trip to India, I really want to go back and explore different parts, but I also don’t think I would ever turn down a chance to see the Taj again.

 

I’m obviously not the first one with this take on the Taj Mahal. It’s not even all that unique, I mean, the building is so undeniably impressive that it drives the industry for an entire city. So impressive that it became a symbol for the country, really, one of the biggest countries on earth. People have been inspired by the Taj since it was originally built, and I’m just one in a long, long, line. 

 

Another person ahead of me in that line, would be Bill Harlan. Back in the 1970’s Bill Harlan, a wealthy land developer turned vineyard owner, was so inspired by the Taj Mahal that he decided to build one of his very own. 

 

There are actually several replicas of the Taj Mahal in different parts of the world, enough of them to have their own Wikipedia page, where I would say some are definitely more notable than others.

 

There are scaled and incomplete replicas in Bangledesh, other replicas or Taj-inspired buildings across India, including the Bibi Ka Maqbara in Aurangabad, built by Shah Jahan’s son in an attempt to outdo his father’s Taj Mahal. Classic father/son stuff. Luckily my dad didn’t build a Taj Mahal so I didn’t have to build one either, but Emporer Aurangzeb wasn’t quite so lucky.

 

The page lists small Taj replicas in theme parks in India and China, as well as a lego version at Legoland Malaysia, which I looked up pictures for and it’s impressive. It looks like they made it scale to the size of the lego minifig people.

Some mosques made the list, while not exact Taj replicas, you can tell the clear and heavy inspiration on these partial-copies, but one replica on the list stuck out to me the most. Both because of its location and its description.

 

The location was Sausalito, California. Less than an hour from where I live in Oakland. The second interesting thing about this entry was the replica’s title itself. It’s listed as the ‘Taj Mahal Houseboat.’  What?

 

Google calls it the Floating Taj Mahal. It’s a houseboat that was built with distinct architechure inspired by the real Taj Mahal and this is the replica that Bill Harlan decided to make 50 years ago.

 

Ok, Here we go. The kid from Kansas is about to talk houseboats. I never grew up around water or boats, really. I certainly didn’t know much about houseboats, so I ended up doing a little bit of research for this. 

 

Now boat-heads, don’t worry. I’m one of you now. I got your back. So first of all, to be qualified as a houseboat it would need to have a motor and a means of navigation. The Taj in Sausalito doesn’t have that, so technically it’s a ‘floating home,’ not a ‘houseboat,’ but the terms have come to be used interchangeably a lot of the time, including during my research, and I may use them that way too, but to all you boat-heads, just know that I know.

 

So Sausalito, California, has a sizable houseboat community. It dates back to just after World War II when people moved up to the city just across the golden gate bridge from San Francisco, and found calm waters there in Richardson Bay. Without any regulations or rent to pay, there were soon all manner of homes making up this houseboat community. Pretty much anything that floated would do.

 

Then, during the late 60s a man named Forbes Kiddo decided to do a bit more. He devised a waterproof concrete mixture and a way to mold it into deep concrete hulls as foundations for floating homes.  Now it might seem odd to start a floating house with a thick, heavy, concrete base, but it’s durable, you can pour them to have enough depth to displace enough water to float them, and the heavy weight at the bottom allows you to build more significant and elaborate structures on top without worrying about the whole thing wanting to tip or flip over. 

 

Forbes made several of these hulls to varying specifications, but two are far and away the most famous. One is a large floating home called Forbes Island, which bounced around a bunch, but spent many years anchored off a pier in San Francisco as a private restaurant run by Kiddo himself.

 

The other one is the Floating Taj Mahal. Forbes originally built the 360 ton hull for Prentis Cobb Hale, who had an idea to make a kitschy space to entertain people that would be Taj Mahal themed, but sort of really over the top, like if it was an attraction in Disneyland. 

 

They drew up plans and constructed the hull in 1968 and started building a wooden structure to go inside in 1969, but eventually Hale had to abandon the project.

 

That’s where Bill Harlan stepped in, as I said before Harlan made his money in real estate before turning to follow his passions and become a vinyard owner. He followed his passions with the Floating Taj plans too, overhauling the ideas that Hale had drafted and wanting to make the structure less about a stereotypical aestetic and more authentic instead.

 

So, in the 70’s Harlan went to India on a research trip for 5-6 months where he studied mughal and moorish architecture, as well as studying the large houseboat communities that exist on the Dal Lake in Kashmir, india, and in Aberdeen, Hong Kong.

 

Armed with new knowledge and experiences, when Harlan returned he set out to build the shell of the Floating Taj and incorporate everything he learned on his travels.  

Floating Taj Mahal in Sausalito, California

The structure he built is pretty spectacular, and different from any other houseboat in existence. Some changes from the design of the real Taj Mahal, like scrapping a large central dome for two smaller domes closer to the sides, which are made of fiberglass, not marble, of course, were just practical decisions based on physics and buoyancy. 

 

When finished, the Floating Taj was three levels, with 12 rooms, making up 4500 square feet. There’s an elevator, a staircase, a wine cellar, a spa and jacuzzi downstairs in the master bathroom, and much more. 

 

He designed the spaces and shapes to mimic the architecture he had studied, and the briliant white floating Taj became a fixture in Richardson bay. He outfitted the windows and door portals with fillagreed openings, meaning those little scallop shapes along the  top of the pointed openings. 

 

There are pillars inside, a back patio that opens out to the bay, and the wooden exterior has that recognizable pietra dura design on certain panels, though this one is carved in the wood and painted, intead of being precious gems inlaid in marble.

 

In the 80s when they reworked the zoning regulations to better define what did and did not constitute a houseboat, many of the odd structures people had been living on were cleared out. A marina with spaces for houseboats was established, and the berths quickly got filled up, meaning everyone else would have to find another spot to live. The Taj got one of the berths at the marina and it has been there ever since. 

 

After completing its construction Harlan lived there with his wife and son, who grew up inside the home, for 25 years. They sold it in 2007 to John and Rhonda Luongo, who updated and fixed up a lot of the structure, and also, curiously to me, painted the white houseboat a ‘blue-green tinted taupe,’ according to Rhonda Luongo, because of it’s “lack of high contrast with the shades of the water.”

 

As a person who has tried not to stick out before in a place where I clearly stick out no matter what this seems like an odd choice. I mean, looking at pictures of the floating Taj it’s clear that it’s totally going to stick out no matter what color you paint it. 

the Floating Taj Mahal Houseboat in Sausalito, California.

The floating Taj has been sold a few more times since, operating for a bit as a bed and breakfast, and the last several years as a private residence. You can get glimpses of the spaces and the views inside from an instagram account run by the current owners, which has the handle @TajMahalsausalitoofficial, which will be in the show notes, and you can see pretty cool views of the Floating Taj from these pictures….

 

…but my whole thing this episode was that pictures don’t always tell the full story, and this Taj Replica is close enough I could go there myself and see how good a job these pictures do at giving a sense of this Taj Mahal replica, and how good the replica does at giving a sense of the real Taj Mahal in India.

My Chonky Boi Seal Friend

So one morning I packed up my recorder before dawn, and headed out on a little quest. 

 

[FIRST BIT OF TAPE]

 

The houseboat is moored in a marina, but just like a house on a public street, you can walk up to check it out as long as you are respectful about it.

 

[MORE TAPE] 

 

So then I was sitting and watching the sunrise with my new friend. 

 

[MORE TAPE]

 

And watch him I did. I cut the tape way down to make you not have to listen to the sunrise in real time, but also to remove about a million cutesy noises to the seal. 

 

[MORE TAPE]

 

This was before I had learned the term Pietra Dura, but that’s exactly what I am trying to describe there.

 

[MORE TAPE]

 

There was a lot different between this floating Taj Mahal and the real one, of course, and seeing it didn’t really give me any deja vu of India or anything, but I wasn’t just here to watch the sunrise. I was also here to do one thing I could never do at the real Taj. 

 

[MORE TAPE]

 

So I loaded up my painting kit in the car, and I had to switch to recording with my phone because I discovered my SD card was about to be full, so if you detect a difference in the audio from before, that’s why.

 

And I painted for about two hours, which I’ve condensed down here to under 10 minutes.

 

[MORE TAPE]

My watercolor next to the Floating Taj. Sausalito, CA
Zoomed out for full painting and full Taj. Sausalito, CA.
Close up of Watercolor painting of the Floating Taj

It takes lots of trial and error after error after error to paint a good likeness of something. Part of the challenge is getting the colors, perspective, and proportions right, of course, but it’s also to capture the essence of the thing, and have that come through the painting as well. 

 

Photographs depict perspective and proportions pretty perfectly , but at least with that Van Gogh painting and the Taj Mahal they don’t really do the part about capturing the essence well.

 

In the end, this replica of the Taj Mahal, the floating Taj Mahal houseboat, wasn’t at all like seeing the real Taj. It didn’t have the same feeling, the same energy, that made the real Taj so astounding, so in that sense, as a replica, it doesn’t really compare to seeing the real thing.

 

But that’s kind of where this story started, too. The floating Taj wasn’t a good representation of the real building, but none of the hundreds of photos I had seen of it were, either. 

 

The Taj is one of a kind, it’s one of the wonders of the world for a reason. A photograph may feel like it does the job, and it does to an extent, but in reality, the original building is, like some paintings, like some places in nature, one of those things that can be copied, but never quite perfectly. Things that defy depiction, that resist replication.

 

But, strangely, the floating Taj did remind me of my time with the real one. As did all of the honeymoon pictures from the Taj Mahal that I went back through for this piece, and I think the difference is having already had the experience in person. 

 

 

When you haven’t seen the genuine artifact, I do think a photo just leaves out so much, but if it’s already something you’ve experienced, then a picture, or replica, while not showing others what the real thing is like, can trigger in you memories of that real thing and let you swim around a bit in the feelings and thoughts you had at that time.

 

Does that makes sense? Pictures of a thing before seeing it I think sometimes blunt that experience or are a poor replica of it, but pictures of one of these things that you’ve seen in reality can bring back the vivid memories of it and revitalize those experiences in your mind. 

 

Now I’m not urging everyone to just book passage to India and go see the Taj Mahal for themselves, far from it. It doesn’t need to be that one at all. These spots are around. Big ones, small ones, just things you encounter that you know no picture could do justice.

 

Things that you know in the moment you have to be there to really appreciate. I think most people come up on a few over the course of a life. A few people are lucky enough to have several of these – more if you go out chasing them, but I think everyone gets the chance to see some, as long as your eyes are open and you’re open to looking for them. 

 

Then after, you can revisit those memories from time to time, wipe the dust off the surfaces and clean the cobwebs out of the corners. Keep the colors from fading. I mean, that’s a little bit of what I do with this whole podcast, attempt to sort of describe and revisit the things from my past that I don’t want to lose, while I try to connect them with something in the present.

 

The gift I hadn’t expected this episode to give me was the quiet morning of painting and watching the sunrise by myself, well along with my new chonky boi seal friend, of course.

Full Floating Taj Watercolor by Scot Maupin, Sausalito, California 2022.

 

I think that may have been the first sunrise I’ve seen since that morning in India. It seems crazy, but I had really forgotten how magnificent of a sight it can be.

 

And with that, Sunrise on the Taj Mahal becomes the next entry into the Perfectorium, the index of perfect things.

 

You can visit it at the new online home for the Perfect Show, perfectshowpodcast.com. A direct link to the Perfectorium is at perfectshowpodcast.com/perfectorium, which is spelled p-e-r-f-e-c-t-o-r-i-u-m.

 

Special thanks to Trappy808 who did most of the music I used in this episode. You can find the info for all the artists and music credits in the show notes and on this episode’s webpage.

 

You’ll also find some pictures I took of the Taj and other things in India that I talked about, There will be a scan of the painting I made you can check out, along with photos I took of the floating Taj, the chonky boi, and a little video that shows off both of them. 

 

Contact the show through PerfectShowShow@gmail.com, connect on Twitter, Youtube or Instagram to the name PerfectShowShow, and our call-in number is 616-PerfecZ, that’s 616-737-3329.

 

This episode was recorded and mixed in South Lake Tahoe, California while my wife and kid are out at a pool. They’re great outside. I, however, have the complexion of someone who should spend the sunniest parts of the day inside making a podcast, and so I have.

 

Subscribe if you’d like to get every episode, And if you are enjoying these and want to drop The Perfect Show a perfect rating or review, please do. It’s the easiest way to support the show.

 

And also, can I ask a small favor? If you’re liking these, could you share it some way? I haven’t figured out any sort of a marketing strategy for this apart from making the best episodes I can, but if you can tell someone else who you think might enjoy what I’m doing here, that’s really the way it can grow. 

 

And remember, I didn’t really talk about this enough but if you love Indian food, like I do, then India is actually a fantastic place to get it. Like all over, at tons of places. Just some really good meals. So, yeah, if Indian food is your jam, then that’s really one of the best spots for it…India.

 

Anyway, until next time. I’m Scot Maupin, and thanks for listening to The Perfect Show.

 

 

 

Music from this episode by:

 

Trappy808 – https://www.fiverr.com/trappy808_

 

Gopakumar1830 – https://www.fiverr.com/gopakumar1830

 

rito_shopify – https://www.fiverr.com/rito_shopify

 

Tushar Lall – https://youtu.be/Xrk6uRZK38w

 

mwmusic – https://www.fiverr.com/mwmusic

 

aarchirecords – https://www.fiverr.com/aarchirecords

 

Aandy Valentine – https://www.fiverr.com/aandyvalentine

 

Scot’s India Sketchbook – https://photos.google.com/album/AF1QipM5Q-rMxYzFAzmzOWmUeXGw8RhLAzJ_yUolsQ-y

 

Floating Taj Sausalito official Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/tajmahalsausalitoofficial/

 

Research on floating Taj:

https://www.oursausalito.com/houseboats/Taj-Mahal-houseboat.html

https://www.oursausalito.com/houseboats/forbes-island.html

https://www.oursausalito.com/houseboats/houseboats-in-sausalito.html

https://www.indianwineacademy.com/item_4_479.aspx

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harlan_Estate

https://www.architecturaldigest.com/story/luongo-article-122007

 

More links:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taj_Mahal_replicas_and_derivatives

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Delhi#:~:text=Although%20colloquially%20Delhi%20and%20New,of%20the%20megacity%20of%20Delhi.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taj_Mahal

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shah_Jahan

 

This episode is a special one. Scot is going to dive into the story of Morena, the place The Perfect Show’s studio is named after, and recounts the story of one of the most amazing places he ever found in Japan. 

 

The story wanders to Indian restaurants, Hokkaido festival life, and Dr. Pepper. 

 

Visit Morena at www.cafemorena.info

 

This one’s been on the slate since the idea of this podcast first happened, and I’m excited to finally share it with you now. 

 

Videos from Morena:

 

 

 

Fumiko and Hide Kuriiwa outside of Morena.

 

Hide playing guitar inside Morena.

 

Scot and Misha about to eat a wide selection of delicious food.

 

Hide plays Spanish guitar for his guests.

Fumiko shows off her formidible fighting techniques

 

(L-R) Fumiko, Hide, Scot, Misha.

 

A-chan in Scot’s lap.

 

Hide’s guitar, A-chan, and Morena.

 

A-chan in front of a shelf with jellies and sauces for sale.

 

Hidehiko in M0rena.

 

A-chan on Scot on the floor of Morena.

 

Pepper plants in Morena’s no-till garden.

 

A sampling of fresh vegetables grown and used at Morena.

 

Hidehiko Kuriiwa with his Guitar at Morena.

Here are links to Kisha Solomon’s two-part essay “Black in Spain: Beauty Standards and Exoticisms”

Part 1: https://www.lasmorenasdeespana.com/blog/black-in-spain-an-exotic-beauty

Part 2: https://www.lasmorenasdeespana.com/blog/morena-negra-whats-in-a-name

 

Bossa Nova Chirstmas Songs:

Marcela Mangabeira – All I Want For Christmas is You

https://youtu.be/ne2r3378-ZU

 

Monique Kessous – Last Christmas

https://youtu.be/Tp_yks2Fl7E

 

Tahta Menezes – Happy Christmas (War is Over)

https://youtu.be/US-9cddsu2Y

 

NEW:
The Perfect Show has a new website! Now find us at www.perfectshowpodcast.com and put images to any audio you are wondering about.

 

Special thanks for the cover song: 

 

Romaana Shakir – romaanashakir: https://www.fiverr.com/romaanashakir

Instrumental by Chevy71Corvette on Youtube – https://youtu.be/8zyhnWDhcrM

 

And for the Japanese segment:

 

Japanese Voice Over – araccyn: https://www.fiverr.com/araccyan

English Translation – nwcoast90: https://www.fiverr.com/nwcoast90

Original Piano Composition – steveaik7: https://www.fiverr.com/steveaik7

 

Music from this episode by:

 

mikesville – https://www.fiverr.com/mikesville

nikas_music – https://www.fiverr.com/nikas_music

brrrrravo – https://www.fiverr.com/brrrrravo

dawnshire – https://www.fiverr.com/dawnshire

adam_mejghi – https://www.fiverr.com/adam_mejghi

Desparee – https://www.fiverr.com/desparee

Lofi_rob – https://www.fiverr.com/lofi_rob

Aandy Valentine – https://www.fiverr.com/aandyvalentine

From the Free Music Archive and used under a Creative Commons License:

Komiku – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku

Short episode where Scot puts out a call to action, calling on you to call in with some compliments. Tell me about the best ones you’ve ever gotten and tell me about the best ones you’ve ever given.

 

A short 4 minute episode to introduce the new Podcast Call-In Line at 616-737-3329. Call and leave me a voicemail that could get played on a later show!

 

That’s 616-737-3329, 616-PERFECZ

 

Music on this episode by:

 

Noah Makes Music: https://www.fiverr.com/noahmakesmusic

Brrrrravo – https://www.fiverr.com/brrrrravo

 

Today’s episode is all about music that exists in multiple languages. Join Scot on a journey of discovery exploring the ins and outs of some great examples of this niche phenomenon. 

We talk The Beatles, Shakira, BoA, Encanto, Phil Collins, Avril Lavigne, Shania Twain, Johnny Cash, and more!

From all over the world find out about the artists that have done this strange yet impressive feat and hear them in the act. 

 

Check out full versions of the songs from the episode below:

 

Ricky Martin –  Livin’ La Vida Loca – English:

 

Ricky Martin – Livin’ La Vida Loca – Spanish:

 

Christina Aguilera – Genie In a Bottle – English

 

Christina Aguilera – Genio Atrapado – Spanish

 

Shakira – Whenever, Wherever – English

 

Shakira – Suerte – Spanish

 

Shania Twain – I’m Gonna Getcha Good! (Pop Version)

 

Shania Twain – I’m Gonna Getcha Good! (Country Version)

 

Shania Twain – I’m Gonna Getcha Good! (World Version)

 

BoA – Valenti – Japanese

 

BoA – Valenti – Korean

 

BoA – Valenti – English

 

BoA – ID; Peace B – Japanese

 

BoA – ID; Peace B – Korean

 

BoA – ID; Peace B – Mandarin Chinese

 

BoA – ID; Peace B – English

 

Sebastián Yatra – Dos Oruguitas (From Encanto) – Spanish

 

Sebastián Yatra – TwoOruguitas (From Encanto) – English

 

Phil Collins – Toujours Dans Mon Coeur (You’ll Be In My Heart) – Tarzan – French

 

Phil Collins – Son of Man – Tarzan – English

Phil Collins – Hijo de Hombre (Son of Man) – Tarzan – Spanish

 

Phil Collins – Enfant de l’Homme (Son of Man) – Tarzan – French

 

Phil Collins – In tuo figlio (Son of Man) – Tarzan – Italian

 

Phil Collins – So Ein Mann (Son of Man) – Tarzan – German

 

NENA – 99 Red Balloons – English

 

NENA – 99 Luftballoons – German

 

t.A.T.u. – All the Things She Said – English

 

t.A.T.u. – Ya Soshla S Uma (All the Things She Said) – Russian

 

The Beatles – I Want To Hold Your Hand – English

 

The Beatles – Komm gib mir deine Hand (I Want To Hold Your Hand) – German

 

The Beatles – She Loves You – English

 

The Beatles – Sie Liebt Dich (She Loves You) – German

 

Johnny Cash – I Walk the Line – English

 

Johnny Cash – Wer kennt den Weg (I Walk the Line) – German

 

Johnny Cash – Ring of Fire – English

 

Johnny Cash – Anillo de Fuego (Ring of Fire) – Spanish

 

ABBA – Waterloo – English

 

ABBA – Waterloo – Swedish

 

ABBA – Waterloo – German

 

ABBA – Waterloo – French

 

ABBA – Mamma Mia – Spanish Version from ORO

 

Beyoncé – Irreplaceable – English

 

Beyoncé – Irreemplazable (Irreplaceable) – Spanish

 

Beyoncé – If I Were a Boy – English

 

Beyoncé – Si Yo Fuers Un Chico (If I were a Boy) – Spanish

 

Chairlift – I Belong In Your Arms – English

 

Chairlift – I Belong In Your Arms – Japanese Version

 

Charli XCX – Break The Rules – English Version

 

Charli XCX – Break The Rules – Japanese Version

 

Charli XCX – Boom Clap – English Version

 

Charli XCX – Boom Clap – Japanese Version

 

Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – English Version

 

Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – Spanish Version

 

Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – French Version

 

Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – Italian Version

 

Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – Portugese Version

 

Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – German Version

 

Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – Japanese Version

 

Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – Mandarin Chinese Version

 

Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – TLDR – All Languages Version

 

Cana Rialto – Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – Mandarin Chinese Version

Here are the lyrics to Cana Rialto’s cover, with the original Mandarin lyrics in brackets.

Hey! Hey! You! You! 我討厭那個女的 [我不喜歡你女朋友]

No way! No way! 你需要一個新的

Hey! Hey! You! You! 我可以當你親愛的 [我可能會是你的女朋友]

Hey! Hey! You! You! 我知道你喜歡我

No way! No way! 你還是想要騙我 [不是一個秘密] Hey! Hey! You! You! 我想要當你親愛的 [我要當你的女朋友]

 

Cana Rialto – Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – Mandarin Chinese Version – Remix by StudioBlackroom

A remixed version of Cana Rialto’s cover with a bit of percussion and processing.

Chloe Chan – Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – Mandarin Chinese Version

Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend – Hindi Version

 

And other songs in the episode:
W (ダーブル) – 情熱の花 (Jounetsu No Hana) 

 

Bump of Chicken – 天体観測

 

Special thanks to Fiverr artists who worked on the songs from this episode: 

 

Cana Rialto – canarialto: https://www.fiverr.com/canarialto

 

Chloe Chan – jiachen782: https://www.fiverr.com/jiachen782

 

Arunabh Kumar – arunabhkumar: https://www.fiverr.com/arunabhkumar

 

Charu Haran – charuharan: https://www.fiverr.com/charuharan

 

Ekata Sharma – ekatashreya: https://www.fiverr.com/ekatashreya

 

Thomas Mennuni – thomasmennuni: https://www.fiverr.com/thomasmennuni

 

Lucas GM – lucas_gm: https://www.fiverr.com/lucas_gm

 

StudioBlackroom – studioblackroom: https://www.fiverr.com/studioblackroom

 

Music from this episode by:

 

Brrrrravo – https://www.fiverr.com/brrrrravo

 

Bastreon – https://www.fiverr.com/bastereon

 

Handanu – https://www.fiverr.com/handanu

 

Shawn Korkie – https://www.fiverr.com/shawnkorkie

 

KG Rap Official – https://www.fiverr.com/kgrapofficial

 

Lofi_rob – https://www.fiverr.com/lofi_rob

 

From the Free Music Archive and used under a Creative Commons License:

 

Komiku – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku

 

Mall – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku/Captain_Glouglous_Incredible_Week_Soundtrack/mall_1328

 

A Calm Moment to Remember Before Taking the Dangerous Road – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku/Helice_Awesome_Dance_Adventure_/a-calm-moment-to-remember-before-taking-the-dangerous-road

The Perfect Show is back with a new look and episode! 

Scot dives into the video game world and puts a magnifying glass on a special spot from his time in Japan, the Ten Yen Arcade. Explore the world of bits and bytes with him in this episode all about arcades and playing games

 

Special thanks to: 

Drew, Lee, and Shane, my video game playing friends.

 

Music from this episode by:

Cloud Cuddles – https://www.fiverr.com/cloudcuddles (who did the amazing chiptune cover of Otsuka Ai’s ‘Amaenbo’ at the end of the episode.)

Brrrrravo – https://www.fiverr.com/brrrrravo

Bastreon – https://www.fiverr.com/bastereon

Igthun – https://www.fiverr.com/lgthun

Ismael Eldesouky – https://www.fiverr.com/ismaileldesouky

From the Free Music Archive and used under a Creative Commons License:

Komiku – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku

Songs: School – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku/Captain_Glouglous_Incredible_Week_Soundtrack/school

Mall – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku/Captain_Glouglous_Incredible_Week_Soundtrack/mall_1328

A Calm Moment to Remember Before Taking the Dangerous Road – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku/Helice_Awesome_Dance_Adventure_/a-calm-moment-to-remember-before-taking-the-dangerous-road

Beach – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Komiku/Captain_Glouglous_Incredible_Week_Soundtrack/plage

Creo – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Creo

Song: Memory – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Creo/Dimension/Memory_1520

Rolemusic – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Rolemusic

Song: Alamak – https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Rolemusic/Pop_Singles_Compilation_2014/alamakmp3