DJ "Hannibal" Hadoken has this to say:
Japan knows how to have the most fun.
It was amazing. It was exactly what I wanted, expected and more.
I was engulfed in the most bloodiest music (composed by Masamichi Amano) for about an hour. It was heaven. I had to keep myself from laughing, seriously. Because, well, it’s a lot different, see, as I watched Battle Royale about 30 times before I came to Japan, multiple times in a single day.
So, the experience is a lot different when you hear the music coming from the television compared to when you have NEARLY ONE HUNDRED PEOPLE STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU DRESSED ALL IN BLACK HOLDING BLOOD-RED SONG BOOKS WITH THE BR SYMBOL CHANTING ALONG WITH A SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA THE MUSIC FROM BATTLE ROYALE.
Ah. It was great.
So after the Battle Royale section, I went to the bathroom and cleaned my pants, because I had pleasurably exploded so excessively much. Then I went back to my seat and got ready for the third act.
Oh, and the first act or section whatever was just well-known classic stuff. The third act.. I didn’t think it would match the mind-warping insane Battle Royale concert, oh, but it did. It did.
It was only “normal” for about 5 minutes and then Ultraman came
running out to where the symphony orchestra was and the concert just
lost any sense it had gained in those initial 5 minutes. I almost had
to go clean my pants again. Almost.
After Ultraman had his fun, the audience, which was literally THOUSANDS of people (I believe I heard my host father say there were 10,000 people), started singing the Ultraman theme song. It was amazing. And Ultraman was there and he fought a monster and it was awesome.
Apparently that wasn’t enough either, and the symphony orchestra went on playing stuff that American orchestras would never play. They played theme songs from TV shows, instead of Chaikovskii (or Tchaikovsky, however you spell that crazy Russian composer’s name) and instead of Beethoven they played Ayumi Hamasaki and instead of Mozart they played Smoke on the Water. Amazing.
The best 900 yen I ever spent. For awhile I almost forgot that I am being driven insane. Or maybe yesterday finally did it. Sitting and staring at those people dressed in black.
I cannot type what the impact of those people dressed in black was. They would sit down and you couldn’t see the song book. Then they would all stand up at the same time and hold up that song book, blood-red, with the BR symbol. It was very scary and awesome.
After Ultraman had his fun, the audience, which was literally THOUSANDS of people (I believe I heard my host father say there were 10,000 people), started singing the Ultraman theme song. It was amazing. And Ultraman was there and he fought a monster and it was awesome.
Apparently that wasn’t enough either, and the symphony orchestra went on playing stuff that American orchestras would never play. They played theme songs from TV shows, instead of Chaikovskii (or Tchaikovsky, however you spell that crazy Russian composer’s name) and instead of Beethoven they played Ayumi Hamasaki and instead of Mozart they played Smoke on the Water. Amazing.
The best 900 yen I ever spent. For awhile I almost forgot that I am being driven insane. Or maybe yesterday finally did it. Sitting and staring at those people dressed in black.
I cannot type what the impact of those people dressed in black was. They would sit down and you couldn’t see the song book. Then they would all stand up at the same time and hold up that song book, blood-red, with the BR symbol. It was very scary and awesome.
Battle Royale 2 comes out this summer here, and I
probably won’t be here to see it. Unless a war suddenly breaks
out with North Korea and I’m left stuck here, perhaps forced to join
the army since Japan has none.
Honestly, I wouldn’t care if they put me in the front line, because I’d go after the enemy Attack the Gas Station style. And if they dastardly deeded me I wouldn’t care because I’d be in Japan’s army and they’d just bring me back to life as a robot anyway.
Then my name would change again, this time to DJ HANNIBAL ROBODOKEN.
Oh yes.
Honestly, I wouldn’t care if they put me in the front line, because I’d go after the enemy Attack the Gas Station style. And if they dastardly deeded me I wouldn’t care because I’d be in Japan’s army and they’d just bring me back to life as a robot anyway.
Then my name would change again, this time to DJ HANNIBAL ROBODOKEN.
Oh yes.
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