Food, Music, and Passion: The Beast's Narrow Path - Azusagawa & VSPBL
When I first changed jobs,
"Eating is the beginning of passion"
I was taught.
The people I met through work were all people who were passionately pursuing something, and since there were many opportunities to eat together, for them, "food is culture."
"Eat things that stimulate your five senses
and are made from things that build your body."
I was told.
At that time, I didn't know of any burger better than a McDonald's burger, I had no complaints about a diet of cup ramen and rice balls, and my experience with food was overwhelmingly poor—it was truly terrible.
That's why she dragged me around to eat, regardless of whether the places were famous or not, forcing me along by saying, "If you avoid things based on your own assumptions, you'll miss out on what you really need to see," and she even made me eat strange-tasting vegetables and exotic foods I had kept at a distance.
But just as she said, thanks to that, I ended up encountering many delicious things that made me sigh.
Chawanmushi that was so delicious it made me squirm when I put it in my mouth, and a thick soup whose piping hot temperature on my tongue felt like it was scorching my chest.
They eventually even changed my personality.
Gradually, I started wanting to challenge things I didn't know,
I wanted to see the true form of things without being swayed, so I started to look at things as carefully as possible,
and I started trying not to have prejudices.
When you do that, things you never imagined start to appear before your eyes.
For me, that appeared in music.
In various countries and situations, music has become my important partner, and now, music acts as background music in my head, gently holding my shoulders.
Now, I have formed a club with a few friends to become food terrorists.
A club that eats everything according to instinct.
This is Russian food from one day.
When you bite into the chewy skin, the soup spills out from the dense meat.
Of course, my background music played.
Excellent cover songs are superb.
If I were to use the original song by Ringo-san and Miyamoto-san as background music, it would have become a new type of Japanese cuisine hiding its ingredients.
Azusagawa-san's cover is still like a blue wolf-like beast, and I wanted to savor this pale, meat-dripping, serene dish along with this music.
No matter how much he pretends to be rough around the edges, Azusagawa-san's voice is straightforward. His singing is, to me, like that "delicious chawanmushi that makes me squirm."
In this song, it felt like a blue beast, and I felt it suited this Ukrainian dish.
That's right, the background music in my head is not just music that flows, but a new element in the air, an important seasoning for the time I live.
What do you think of someone like me? (laughs)
Well, since it doesn't bother or harm anyone, please let me be.
The food terrorism club continues, accompanied by music and passion.
I'm looking forward to what unknown things I'll eat next and what background music will play.