The journalist asks if she feels vindicated by the recent re-discovery of her work by Western DJs. Does she feel like a legend?
“I would tell her,” she says finally, looking not at the journalist, but at a rain-streaked window overlooking Shibuya, “that being difficult is not the same as being true. But also… that being liked is overrated. The goal is not to be understood. The goal is to be recognizable —so that the one person who needs to find you, can.” maki tomoda interview
She walks out into the neon dusk, a seventy-year-old woman with the posture of a samurai and the soul of a sparrow. The journalist sits frozen, holding the tape. He hasn’t recorded a single note for the last ten minutes. He realizes, with a jolt, that he didn’t need to. The journalist asks if she feels vindicated by