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Hey, Mr. Japanese Tambourine Man. Nuked Too Much or…. ?

by Vanderleun on October 22, 2017

[HT: Bill]

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Bunny October 22, 2017, 12:57 PM

An aesthetic triumph! They make it look so easy.

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Eskyman October 22, 2017, 2:00 PM

I admire the Japanese: they have a unitary culture.

I’d admire them even more if I could figure out what that culture is! It seems that their countrymen often they have the same problem as I do, they don’t know what to make of it either.

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Callmlenniee October 23, 2017, 8:41 AM

The nuke question doesn’t come into play here; this is kind of funny — the hyper-energetic, rock star tambourine solo is classic comic justa-position.

As for the odd mannerisms at the start, that’s may be a spoof on traditional over-elaborate rituals, like the Japanese tea ritual

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Casey Klahn October 23, 2017, 10:17 AM

Need to wash my eyes out.

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