Top of my list of things to do in Tokyo was sing karaoke in the land that invented it, and the first Saturday I was in the city, I did just that. Of course, the closed-room private karaoke of Japan and Korea means that, unlike the karaoke nights at bars in the States, I couldn’t just show up and put my name on a list to sing next. I’d need to have a set of friends to go with. Luckily, a couple of Oregonians I’d met in New Zealand were visiting a friend in Japan the same time I was there, so the four of us met up and went to Shibuya, the neon entertainment hub of Tokyo.
Even better, we went to Karaoke Kan, because my host said that’s where Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson filmed the karaoke scenes in Lost in Translation. Takako, Vasha and Dar’s friend, arranged for us to be in one of the two rooms that they filmed those scenes in, which was cool, and she ordered our drinks and food for us, too–lucky us! She’d done a study abroad thing in high school, where she became friends with Vasha, so those two had the easy chatter of old friends, which is always nice to see.
The three of us women got silly right away with Spice Girls and the like, and Takako serenaded us with a Japanese ballad. Dar took a little longer to find the perfect song, but he blew it away when he did. (I didn’t know it; I think it was a pop punk song from the ’90s? Most of our choices were from the ’90s.)
Then I sang “More Than This,” that moody beauty by Roxy Music, in an homage to Bill Murray’s talk-song version in Lost in Translation. Of course, I wasn’t flirting with a girl half my age while I sang it, and I’m not a comedic legend making a splash in my first dramatic role, but other than that, it was just about the same.
After our two hours were up, we decided not to extend, since the prices make a huge leap after 11pm. Instead, we had a bite to eat at a place across the street, then wandered into one of the many arcade game places and had a drum-off. We realized the last train of the night was about to leave, and I didn’t know how to get home without the train, so we raced across the busiest intersection in Japan just in time to make it.
As we ran (okay, my friends ran, and I jogged poorly), I glanced around me and took in the stylish Japanese youth texting, laughing, strolling to their next destination. It was a beautiful spring night, the neon was buzzing, the bars and nightclubs and arcades were full of smiling people. I wished I could stay up all night with them.