As I come to know a person and one's music with the background, I find there's the crucial relation between 'place' and music : some live in the same place from the cradle to the grave on the one hand, and some are restless enough to walk like looking for something on the other. You may find yourself easy or settled or sure when you hear the sounds of those who follow the traditions of their homeland or who keep on playing in their characteristic grooves. Meanwhile, you may come across the sounds like from the folks who are saying that standing still is boring and often move to another house in the neighborhood, that is, who draw out the oldies from anywhere or jump into the brand-new. I don't mean that there's no 'place' for some who can't stand still in the same place. This is like the urban crossing : where there is the continuous traffic of people, some of whom you have seen ever before and some of whom you see for the first and the last time, and where changes its own view noisily. From the sound brought by an instant idea to the sound hitting upon a gold mine shrewdly. From the sound letting itself drift in the stream to the sound going against the flow stubbornly. Here I will pick up them including those who aren't always flighty but feel like roaming about. (2006/09/24)