Natsuko Terada
Osaka rockabilly. Slap bass and appetite.
No Origin Myth
Natsuko Terada bought a cracked 1962 upright bass off a divorcing salaryman at a Nipponbashi pawn shop before she could play a single note, then taught herself to slap it from bootleg VHS tapes, towels stuffed around the strings so the neighbours wouldn't complain. Sixteen years later she still plays that same bass — refinished twice, stickered from every Osaka live house — three nights a week, between shifts selling creepers and pomade in Amerikamura. Her songs catalogue what's in front of her: thirty kinds of sushi, the five acts of a rainstorm, the botany of wasabi. Every set ends on a minute she makes up on the spot.
"I play bass. I eat well. I ride my bike. What else is there?"
"Why wouldn't you respond to what happened? That's what happened."
Discography
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