Rockabilly Spring

When I went to Yoyogi Park on Sunday, it was still too cold to unzip my jacket, the cherry blossom buds were still tight as fists, and even the dogs were still wearing little hoodie sweatshirts,  but I knew that spring had officially come because the rockabilly guys had changed their uniforms. Black leather jackets: out. Denim: in. With their club’s name emblazoned on the back, of course!

If you’d like to visit Yoyogi Park the next time you’re in Tokyo, visit my website, The Tokyo Guide I Wish I’d Had.

It’s the year 1784 and the shōgun rules with an iron fist . . . except within the walled pleasure quarter of Yoshiwara. Inside the Great Gate, samurai law does not apply, and it’s women who pull the strings

The Samurai’s Octopus…is a truly remarkable book, one that surprised and charmed me at every turn of the page. You’re in for a treat.”
James Ziskin, Anthony, Barry, and Macavity Award-winning author of the Ellie Stone mysteries

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Jonelle Patrick writes novels set in Japan, produces the monthly e-magazine Japanagram, and blogs at Only In Japan and The Tokyo Guide I Wish I’d Had

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Author of The Last Tea Bowl Thief

2 thoughts on “Rockabilly Spring

  1. I just left Tokyo after living there for 3 months, and never got to see these guys perform. I first became aware of them when they were featured in a video by Peter Bjorn:

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