got tighter. I'm still not so tight but I
think it's getting okay now. Talking. We
communicate better now."
I like my chickens frank. On the other
side of the wall separating Kazuko's
front-room from next-doors front-room, a
bracket is being mounted. The sounds of
drilling and pummelling are matched by
the chunks of plaster and dust falling
onto Kazuko's carpet.
"You are destroying
our wall," she rushes out to inform
the tool-handed Man At Work. The
tool-handed Man At Work comes in to look
at Kazuko's wall. "It's going to
come down sooner or later," he
It was an average day. Me,
Kazuko and Kazumi Chicken continued our
'We are Ninja' was a
sophisticated and cherishable debut. And
surprising because (this) one had long
pondered how Frank Chickens would apply
themselves vinylly. Both 'Ninja' and its
accompanying 'Shellfish Bamboo'
introduced them as originators rather
than simply the interpreters which they
had been on stage (equally their living
thing itself had blossomed in defiance of
reasonable expectation since their early
humble huddles at the Idiot Ballroom).
The more recent 'Blue
Canary' cover was of less immediate
consequence although possessed of a
quaint novelty-like charm.
Kazumi: "The record
company wanted something between 'Ninja'
and the LP. They were not expecting too
much but apparently it got more airplay
than 'Ninja'. I suppose it's quite
different from other stuff on the
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