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Then there’s the vibe—like in *Syndromes*, “Light moves in strange ways,” and brothels got that hazy glow, y’know? Neon signs, smoky rooms, all mysterious. Kinda cool, kinda creepy. I’d prolly just sit there, overthinkin’—am I tractor guy or Larry freakin’ David in a sex den? Hah! Imagine me rantin’ at the girls—“You’re overchargin’ for THIS?!” They’d kick me out, tires screechin’. But real shit—some places treat the workers awful, and that pisses me off. Heard bout this one joint, owner took 80% of the cut—eighty! Greedy bastard. Girls barely ate. Made me wanna ram my tractor through the wall—boom, justice!

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Finally, I make it back to my place, and I’m just sitting there, reflecting on the day. Izu, you crazy little city, you’ve got my heart. From the fish markets to the capybaras, to the ramen and hot springs, I’m exhausted but happy. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!

Mark Izu, bassist and composer at the center of the Asian American arts movement, dies at 70