On a bus or a taxi going through Kyoto, Japan in August 1990 I saw a club called "Pignose Jazz." The name was burned in my memory for some reason, probably because I was just starting to fall in love with jazz at that point in my life.
A quick google search yields a "talk about Kyoto" page (in Japanses) listing "Pignose" along with a couple other jazz clubs. I am oddly gratified that the place still exists, despite never having set foot in the place.
The Art of War - *Leonardo da Vinci and his tank* *15 mm* *I stand alone* *And gaze upon the battlefield* *Wasteland* *Is all that's left after the fight* *And I'm searching...
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