\nI was at the Fuji Rock music festival, where I hung out with British lads — guys in their twenties. I was at Fuji Rock, in Japan, to see Vulfpeck. The lads were from Leeds.\u00a0 Japan was so hot, the lads went bare-chested and drank a lot, and were amusingly, obnoxiously inebriated. Jimmy, on meeting a genuine VulfDad — me —\u00a0 bear-hugged me and said, \u201cI\u2019m the stickiest man you ever met!” It was 95 degrees. The sweat.<\/p>\n
Booze, Brits and heat.<\/p>\n
No sane tourist visits Japan in July, when Fuji Rock is. The lads repeatedly mentioned how \u201cwarm\u201d it was. (Leeds people say “warm\u201d to mean “hot.”) Jimmy said, \u201cThere\u2019s moisture everywhere.” He schlepped around a four-pack beer caddy. The humidity was Houston-level.<\/p>\n
The Japanese — they can handle it. They don’t drink much in public (except at salaryman bars) and don’t complain about the weather. Air conditioning is generally “low” in Japan, on purpose, to save energy. Another thing, off subject: Japanese restaurants play quality background music — sometimes even Coltrane — on low volume. And everybody talks quietly in public places.<\/p>\n
The Brits: total aliens.<\/p>\n
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\nThe above is autobiographical fiction. Yes,\u00a0 I was at Fuji Rock but I didn\u2019t hang out with Brits. However, I later watched a video about Brits at Fuji Rock. The vid is cued up below. Check out a few minutes.<\/em><\/p>\n