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Last night I went to a place called Smokey Joe's Café. On my arm was my favorite woman on the planet. None of you know her (and that is how it shall remain, because this piece isn't about her). It's not even about Smokey Joe's, if the truth must be told this early on.

Smokey Joe's Café is a Broadway Show playing in the heart of the Theater District in New York. The Café is an award-winning musical review featuring the songs of Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller. Those names may not mean much to you, but be assured that the music from this team can be tied to the most important moments in your lives. I'm mostly talking about loves won, lost, or even imagined.

Most of these tunes are from the 50's and 60's, which places them out of range as immediate reference points. But we may have experienced this music freshly when we played some of our parents' old records, or heard the tunes on the airwaves of radio's golden oldies stations. Are you in your 30's? Or are you living out beyond youth's outer suburbs in a new neighborhood called Middle Age? Do you remember your first fumbling kiss? Do you recall looking at someone and believing that, for that moment, everything else on the earth no longer existed? And then, can you remember what music was on your car radio as you reached the pinnacle of unhooking your first bra?

Maybe those moments included songs like Dance With Me, Searchin', Kansas City, Fools Fall in Love, Poison Ivy, On Broadway, Yakety Yak, Charlie Brown, Hound Dog, I'm a Woman, There Goes My Baby, Love Potion #9, JailHouse Rock, I (Who Have Nothing), and Stand by Me. Or maybe these songs weren't quite what you remember. Whatever...

My Favorite from last night's show was called Spanish Harlem. An elegiac hymn to love lost:

   There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
   A red rose up in Spanish Harlem...
   With eyes as black as coal
   That look down in my soul...
   And start a fire there and then I lose control
   I'll have to beg your pardon...
   I am going to pick that rose
   And watch her as she grows
   In my garden...

Last night I heard those lovely words with a melody that will stay with me forever and before my eyes, in a beautiful ballet sequence, a boy met a girl, the boy and the girl got together, and then sadly, the boy lost the girl. Isn't that the way it seemed to go back then? You lose the Girl, your heart breaks, and then later, it becomes just another of life's experiences. And when we think back, don't we generally link these experiences in each of our lives to particular songs? The music of Leiber and Stoller served up today is actually a recapitulation of a golden age of American culture, and on a personal level, don't we all view our own youths as our golden ages, despite the fact that we are all older and wiser now? I think so.

   

One of our favorite morph artists recently traveled to Japan from his home in Germany. His mission was to come back with suitcases filled with Japanese art featuring big breasts. You can find his works in the BEA, and he calls himself JS. I tracked him down and got him to talk about his travels. My report:

JMM: Guten tag, Johannes. And may I say Konnichi-wa, Johannes-san?

JS: Sorry to take so long to get back to you - can you imagine where I just came from?

JMM: Not really... I though you went to the Land of the Rising Sun?

JS: I did go to Japan, but I am just returned from Mongolia! There was an international music festival with concerts in the Gobi desert and in monasteries - absolutely fantastic. The capital, Ulaanbaatar, is horrible, though, but many young people (70% under 35!) and cute girls who like to dress sexy in summer. No sex industry at all, and you are not allowed to take a Playboy into Mongolia! But what an impressive nature...

JMM: I was thinking that the adventures of a gaijin (Foreigner) in Japan on a search for magazines, comics, and videos filled with big-breasts might make for an interesting article for BEhavior.

JS: Okay, why don't we do this as an interview?

JMM: Hmm, my thoughts exactly. Most of our readers appreciate your works in the field of morphing images...but I would love to hear about what it took for you to get your hands on all this manga and video material.

JS: The main problem was to find all this stuff, because there is no one big shop where you can get everything. It was more like this: I found Blue Eyes part 1 in Osaka, part 2 in Fukui, and the next issue in a hidden subway store in Tokyo. The first problem is to find the shops where you can get what you want. Before I went to Japan I asked several people who have been in Tokyo or other big cities. I spent several nights in chat-rooms like #manga or #hentai or #Tokyo and so on, but I couldn't get any reliable information about good hentai shops.

JMM: So your plane lands, and you don't have much of a game plan, do you? Wakarimas ka?

JS: Hai Mike-san, wakarimas! So I just went there and had to look, and I looked a lot.

JMM: So there you are, hat in hand, wondering where the hot stuff is, eh?

JS: And I asked many young people on the street: "Do you know any manga shops around here?" Most of the time I received a stupid grin and the answer: "Wakkanai, wakkanai!" ("Dunno, dunno...") Maybe they were shocked that a gaijin asked in Japanese, and maybe they were shocked that they'd been asked, because Japanese people normally don't talk to each other on the street.

JMM: Ah, the mystique of the Far East, go on.

JS: Or maybe they didn't know, because the shopping areas in big Japanese cities are quite confusing; streets without names are not easy to deal with, many small and hidden shops everywhere... Anyway, I didn't get much information, so I had to look for myself.

JMM: But eventually you found something, somewhere?

JS: There are not as many manga shops as I expected. I found some nice "manga cafés" where you can sit, get a drink, and read or lend some books. Almost every bookshop has a manga corner with some adult stuff. There are some --but not many-- big manga stores, but the hentai stuff is always only a small percentage.

JMM: Were there problems in dealing with the vendors?

JS: Not with the vendors. Instead, it was most difficult because of the lack of centralization. As I said before, you can never find a whole set in one place. You troop from place to place and city to city.

JMM: Can you tell us about a specific place?

JS: The worst city was Nagoya, an ugly business megapolis where I couldn't find even one good manga shop.

JMM: What's it like in one of the stores?

JS: It's quite funny when you enter a shop in Japan: there's one guy at the counter who screams: "Irasshaimase!" ("Welcome!") at you as you enter, and then a whole choir of salesgirls repeat: "Irasshaimase, irasshaimase!" Funny, especially when you realize that they do this with every customer, maybe ten hours a day.

JMM: What about video shops? You knew I'd ask about that.

JS: Quite often you find video shops in Japan. You can get a lot of weird stuff there: hardcore bondage, upskirt videos, skat videos, even pedo stuff.

JMM: Have any problems with the salespeople?

JS: Sometimes they don't like to see foreign customers: "Nihon no kata dake desu!" ("Only for Japanese people!"). Don't ask me why.

JMM: Tell us about the Japanese porno vids.

JS: I don't like Japanese hardcore porn so much. They have these absolutely silly rules: they have to blur cocks and cunts, but a face full of sperm... no problem!

JMM: I did say the east was mysterious, didn't I? What else did you find to bring back with you?

JS: I got a lot of videos of my favorite busty idols: Yuko Aoki, Mirei Kuroda, Yuka, Kaori Ohara, Reiko Kato, hmmmmmm......that was something I hadn't seen in Japan when I was there three years ago.

JMM: And where did you keep all this adult entertainment material while you were there in Japan? Did you leave it in plain sight?

JS: I didn't want to leave it in plain sight, but that was no problem, because everything you buy in Japan is put into a nice paper bag.

JMM: Is there a concern about the hotel employees seeing it lying about in your hotel room?

JS: I don't think it would have been very embarrassing for the hotel employees if they had seen my little collection. It's quite common in Japan to read adult manga even in public places, in the subway for example.

JMM: Uh, you don't see it that often in the New York City subways...

JS: I left all the stuff in my suitcase, but after a week I had to buy an extra bag!

JMM: Did you stay at hotels with VCRS so you could check the tapes out before leaving the country?

JS: I stayed in 3-star-hotels, but they had no VCRs, so I couldn't check out the tapes before I left for home.

JMM: Any problems getting the stuff out of Japan or into Germany?

JS: When I returned to Germany, my suitcase was so heavy that the taxi driver asked me if I was carrying a corpse in it! Absolutely no problem getting the stuff out of Japan and into Germany.

JMM: Ha Ha! Thanks, Johannes, for letting our BEhavior readers in on the life and travels of one of our very own big breast enthusiasts. By the way, Johannes, do you wear a raincoat when you go shopping for your items? (Don't answer that JS, I'm just kidding.) Thanks for talking with us; domo arigato, Johannes-san.

JS: Thanks, Mike. Caio!

...And that's about it. Talking with JS was a lot of fun. Come back and talk to us again, guy. And readers, come back and be on your best BEhavior again. Be here next time. Don't even think about it... mai pehn rai.

 
     model: YUKO AOKI