…most of all, I found that when I play shakuhachi, I didn’t question my own authenticity. My father and I haven’t played together in over a decade, but he continues to inspire me to keep improving; to grow and refine as a player and teacher.

Confrontation aversion, family history, and a few stray thoughts…

I’ve read essays here and there asking, what can be done to preserve the shakuhachi? I don’t think the shakuhachi is going anywhere, frankly…But what about the tradition of shakuhachi? That’s a bit shakier ground.

Welcome to my brog! A collection of essays and memories from a lifetime—several of them, actually—playing shakuhachi, published every Saturday. よろしくお願いいたします!