Älskar verkligen alla dessa små glimtar som vittnar om.. ja om vad?
The summer of the year I went solo, I went with all the members of my band to Okinawa. Because I wasn’t very healthy, we stayed at a training camp in Okinawa for a long four and a half months to heal my body and my heart.
It was a physical training type boarding camp. In a place where there wasn’t much of anything, we would wake up at 8 or 9 in the morning, go running till we got to the beach, train, and then go back.
Then we would write songs, and once it became evening, we’d go running again, eat dinner, take a break and talk, and then write songs till morning. We did this day after day every day.
The owner of one of the small restaurants we frequented always would smile at us and tell us ”Ganbatteru ka~!” To me, he would say ”Practice hard!”
For some reason, he seemed to think that we were part of a karate team from Tokyo.
When we trained, we didn’t just go running, but we also punched sandbags, and with protective equipment, we practiced hand-to-hand combat. All my band members learned the basics of martial arts. Because of this, their fists were always extremely tired.
Seeing this was why the restaurant owner thought we were members of a karate team.
All of the band members are tall. My three bodyguards that I brought along were all 185 to 190 centimeters tall. Compared to them, at my 180 centimeters, I was shorter and slimmer.
Because of this, the owner thought I was a stand-in member on the team.
”Ganbare, karate team! I hope you soon become a regular member!”