Elolvashatod, ha érdekel... Én kicsit kiakadtam, mert nem ez a hivatalos verzió... ráadásul amikor beszélgettem japán fanokkal és rákérdeztem egy két dologra Kazuki-val kapcsolatban azt mondták, hogy légyszíves erről ne kérdezzek...
Nem tudtam linkelni szóval bemásolom... a ruszki turné kapcsán írta Dada ezt a bejegyzést.
"The sixth venue was in St. Petersburg.
This place too had a great atmosphere.
VELVET EDEN Russian tour. 6th gig Sankt Peterburg
The sixth venue was in St. Petersburg.
This place too had a great atmosphere.
My body was worn out from doing live after live, but it was fun.
Members of the Russian band which we’d been touring with, Jack Riot, suggested that we play ‘HYSTERICA’ together.
The vocalist, Jack, had been playing ‘HYSTERICA’ on the guitar for us thus far.
However, this time it would be with everybody and we said yes to such a nice invitation immediately.
I was very surprised when I took the stage for the rehearsal.
Local VELVET EDEN fans had decked out the whole place with spiderwebs!
We were all excited at having received such a great present.
Finishing the preparations, we waited our turn.
As with before all of our lives, the voices of the performers around me reach my ears in anxious tones. I’m not one to talk before lives and everyone is kind to me as I explain that, rather than being in a bad mood, it’s just that I’m focusing my heart!
And then comes our turn:
I hated the microphone from that place as it was covered in a huge sponge as though I was some sort of TV reporter.
I took the microphone in my hand, intending to sing ‘Witch on Flames’ first, but as I waved my hand around... the sponge went flying off somewhere. Pretty lucky. (haha)
The live was going well, not as DADA nor as Madame Tarantula, but a connection with ‘something’.
It’s hard to explain what it is but ‘that thing’ is not human.
I’d been in a good mood.
But then...
“....!”
My necklace broke.
More than ten years before, I had a friend named Kazuki.
He was the guitarist for the band Raphael.
Young and overflowing with talent, he and I met while he was in high school. He said he was a fan of VELVET EDEN.
I was astonished when I heard his songs.
He was a genius.
I couldn’t believe that this high school student before me had created songs with such pure, immaculate lyrics and heartrendingly beautiful melodies.
We quickly became close; he loved music so much and also his fans.
His success came quickly, and I was happy as though it were my own.
However, he loved music too much; he loved his fans too much.
The commercial demands from his major label killed his individuality and the harsh words of his fans who could not express their love gently hurt him.
His heart and body grew worn out.
He couldn’t sleep at all and didn’t eat to the point of being nothing but bones.
But he said:
“DADA, right now you don’t shine. You should be a part of a group that’s starting a new, driven style; this current rock style doesn’t suit you. If there’s no one to put it together, I’ll do it with you. I’ll retire from Raphael.”
I knew that he was speaking of Yurijuujidan, which he’d mentioned before.
He always had to help the weak.
He was definitely not a hypocrite.
He made a song about one of his fans, a girl that had died.
But from that was born jealousy and misunderstanding.
Criticism from his fans escalated.
And because all the affection on the internet had turned upside down, his fans began the campaign which urged him to commit suicide.
His close friends, jealous of his talent, violently abused him.
There was a girl who he wanted to rescue him.
He and I were going to co-star in the next event.
Upon that stage he said that he would announce his retirement from the band.
I should have, at that time, made him quit without waiting for the event.
But I was not in time and he died.
He was just 19.
Whether it was suicide or an accident, it doesn’t matter to me.
He died a long time before then, and those around him failed to realise it.
I began to hate bands.
I spoke to his fans on the stage where we should have stood together. “How do these broken emotions feel, to have hurt someone you loved and not to have conveyed that love? If you’d only showed your love for him more gently he wouldn’t have died. He was murdered by all of you.”
I decided at that time to make my own announcement, that I too would leave the stage. And then after that, the girl that had loved him killed herself as well.
Upon composing a song for him called "Kajyuen" (a modified version of the nickname Kajyulin, in itself Kazuki's playful nickname) I retired.
Visual kei became obsolete at once with the loss of the next generation of its young heroes.
Eight years later, I always had with me an accessory shaped like his guitar that I received from some people connected to him after he died.
And wearing that, I always had Kazuki’s spirit with me.
In his lifetime he never once set foot on a foreign stage, but if he’d lived I’m sure he would have been loved by people around the world.
I came with his spirit to Russia.
I always felt as though he was watching over me.
It’s not true what they say, that “the dead have no merit”.
The splinters of his smashed-up heart pierced every part of me and made me stronger, and even now he is in the hearts of many.
And yet,
Right then on the stage, the memories of him broke and separated from my neck.
I called out from my heart while I sang:
“Kazuki! I’m sorry! The memories of you are going to I will disappear! Is this goodbye? I won’t let that be!”
But I’m a vocalist, for the fans that have waited for so long and for Kazuki, who has protected me thus far, I must sing.
Even now, he has led me to these fans that stand before me.
Without saving any of my strength, I sang then with all the power that I had in me.
The additional musical instruments made for a wonderful ‘Hysterica’ and a big success for our last song.
‘Kazuki, can you hear me? I’m singing a song that you loved from the early days of VELVET EDEN.’
The audience didn’t know anything about that.
The live ended with a huge climax,
I was sad but the audience’s cheers and smiling faces helped me.
Upon returning to the dressing room to change my clothes, I discovered that Kazuki’s necklace which I thought I’d lost was caught in another one of my necklaces.
What the...I couldn’t believe it!
Only the bit shaped like his guitar was there, just barely dangling.
I was so happy that I asked Lilly to take a picture.
As soon as the picture was taken, it came free and fell to the floor.
That’s how precariously it was hanging.
Picking it up, in my excitement I told the story to the drummer of Jack Riot, Zak.
He probably had no idea what I was talking about.
Nonetheless, he gave me a hug.
And it was the final day of our tour together.
The tour staff said, ‘Thank you, my first Japanese friends’ and reluctantly parted from us.
I would like to see my Russian friends again.
And the travels of Kazuki and I will continue on.
Képaláírás hozzáadása
The sixth venue was in St. Petersburg.
This place too had a great atmosphere.
VELVET EDEN Russian tour. 6th gig Sankt Peterburg
The sixth venue was in St. Petersburg.
This place too had a great atmosphere.
My body was worn out from doing live after live, but it was fun.
Members of the Russian band which we’d been touring with, Jack Riot, suggested that we play ‘HYSTERICA’ together.
The vocalist, Jack, had been playing ‘HYSTERICA’ on the guitar for us thus far.
However, this time it would be with everybody and we said yes to such a nice invitation immediately.
I was very surprised when I took the stage for the rehearsal.
Local VELVET EDEN fans had decked out the whole place with spiderwebs!
We were all excited at having received such a great present.
Finishing the preparations, we waited our turn.
As with before all of our lives, the voices of the performers around me reach my ears in anxious tones. I’m not one to talk before lives and everyone is kind to me as I explain that, rather than being in a bad mood, it’s just that I’m focusing my heart!
And then comes our turn:
I hated the microphone from that place as it was covered in a huge sponge as though I was some sort of TV reporter.
I took the microphone in my hand, intending to sing ‘Witch on Flames’ first, but as I waved my hand around... the sponge went flying off somewhere. Pretty lucky. (haha)
The live was going well, not as DADA nor as Madame Tarantula, but a connection with ‘something’.
It’s hard to explain what it is but ‘that thing’ is not human.
I’d been in a good mood.
But then...
“....!”
My necklace broke.
More than ten years before, I had a friend named Kazuki.
He was the guitarist for the band Raphael.
Young and overflowing with talent, he and I met while he was in high school. He said he was a fan of VELVET EDEN.
I was astonished when I heard his songs.
He was a genius.
I couldn’t believe that this high school student before me had created songs with such pure, immaculate lyrics and heartrendingly beautiful melodies.
We quickly became close; he loved music so much and also his fans.
His success came quickly, and I was happy as though it were my own.
However, he loved music too much; he loved his fans too much.
The commercial demands from his major label killed his individuality and the harsh words of his fans who could not express their love gently hurt him.
His heart and body grew worn out.
He couldn’t sleep at all and didn’t eat to the point of being nothing but bones.
But he said:
“DADA, right now you don’t shine. You should be a part of a group that’s starting a new, driven style; this current rock style doesn’t suit you. If there’s no one to put it together, I’ll do it with you. I’ll retire from Raphael.”
I knew that he was speaking of Yurijuujidan, which he’d mentioned before.
He always had to help the weak.
He was definitely not a hypocrite.
He made a song about one of his fans, a girl that had died.
But from that was born jealousy and misunderstanding.
Criticism from his fans escalated.
And because all the affection on the internet had turned upside down, his fans began the campaign which urged him to commit suicide.
His close friends, jealous of his talent, violently abused him.
There was a girl who he wanted to rescue him.
He and I were going to co-star in the next event.
Upon that stage he said that he would announce his retirement from the band.
I should have, at that time, made him quit without waiting for the event.
But I was not in time and he died.
He was just 19.
Whether it was suicide or an accident, it doesn’t matter to me.
He died a long time before then, and those around him failed to realise it.
I began to hate bands.
I spoke to his fans on the stage where we should have stood together. “How do these broken emotions feel, to have hurt someone you loved and not to have conveyed that love? If you’d only showed your love for him more gently he wouldn’t have died. He was murdered by all of you.”
I decided at that time to make my own announcement, that I too would leave the stage. And then after that, the girl that had loved him killed herself as well.
Upon composing a song for him called "Kajyuen" (a modified version of the nickname Kajyulin, in itself Kazuki's playful nickname) I retired.
Visual kei became obsolete at once with the loss of the next generation of its young heroes.
Eight years later, I always had with me an accessory shaped like his guitar that I received from some people connected to him after he died.
And wearing that, I always had Kazuki’s spirit with me.
In his lifetime he never once set foot on a foreign stage, but if he’d lived I’m sure he would have been loved by people around the world.
I came with his spirit to Russia.
I always felt as though he was watching over me.
It’s not true what they say, that “the dead have no merit”.
The splinters of his smashed-up heart pierced every part of me and made me stronger, and even now he is in the hearts of many.
And yet,
Right then on the stage, the memories of him broke and separated from my neck.
I called out from my heart while I sang:
“Kazuki! I’m sorry! The memories of you are going to I will disappear! Is this goodbye? I won’t let that be!”
But I’m a vocalist, for the fans that have waited for so long and for Kazuki, who has protected me thus far, I must sing.
Even now, he has led me to these fans that stand before me.
Without saving any of my strength, I sang then with all the power that I had in me.
The additional musical instruments made for a wonderful ‘Hysterica’ and a big success for our last song.
‘Kazuki, can you hear me? I’m singing a song that you loved from the early days of VELVET EDEN.’
The audience didn’t know anything about that.
The live ended with a huge climax,
I was sad but the audience’s cheers and smiling faces helped me.
Upon returning to the dressing room to change my clothes, I discovered that Kazuki’s necklace which I thought I’d lost was caught in another one of my necklaces.
What the...I couldn’t believe it!
Only the bit shaped like his guitar was there, just barely dangling.
I was so happy that I asked Lilly to take a picture.
As soon as the picture was taken, it came free and fell to the floor.
That’s how precariously it was hanging.
Picking it up, in my excitement I told the story to the drummer of Jack Riot, Zak.
He probably had no idea what I was talking about.
Nonetheless, he gave me a hug.
And it was the final day of our tour together.
The tour staff said, ‘Thank you, my first Japanese friends’ and reluctantly parted from us.
I would like to see my Russian friends again.
And the travels of Kazuki and I will continue on."
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