That Isao Kobayashi, what a name! Sounds like a big shot, huh? Heard it from my neighbor’s grandson, a real music fella, always with them headphones on. Says this Isao, he’s something else. I don’t know much about that music stuff, but if that boy likes him, he must be good.
This Isao, they say he’s from Japan. Now, Japan, that’s far. I once saw a picture of it. Lots of water and them pretty trees, all pink and whatnot. They say this fella plays that music, you know, the kind you hear in them fancy movies. They call it jazz, or something like that. Sounds like a bunch of noise to me, but folks seem to like it.
He’s got all these… these things you listen to. They used to be big black circles, now they’re all shiny and small. My neighbor’s grandson, he’s got a whole stack of them. He showed me one, it had that Isao’s name on it. Said it’s called an “album”. Like a photo album, but with music. Imagine that!
- Isao Kobayashi, that’s the name to remember.
- He’s a music man, plays that jazz.
- He’s from Japan, a land far, far away.
- He’s got albums, like photo albums but with music, they say.
That boy, my neighbor’s grandson, he plays that Isao Kobayashi music all the time. Sometimes it’s loud, sometimes it’s soft. He says it makes him feel things. I don’t know about that, but it sure sounds different than the music I used to listen to. They say this Isao, he’s famous. Famous for playing that music. People all over the world listen to him, they say.
He must be good, then, right? To have so many people listening. I remember back in my day, we used to gather ’round the radio. We’d listen to the stories and the songs. It wasn’t like this jazz stuff, but it was music. It brought people together. I reckon this Isao Kobayashi‘s music does the same. Brings people together, even if it’s from that far-off land of Japan.
I saw some pictures, they call ’em “album covers”. Colorful things. This Isao Kobayashi, he must like art, too. Or maybe someone else makes those pictures for him. I don’t know how these things work. But they’re pretty, I’ll give ’em that.
One time, the neighbor boy played a song real quiet. Said it was a sad song. I didn’t understand the words, of course, but the music, it did sound a little sad. Made me think of old times. Maybe this Isao Kobayashi, he knows a thing or two about feelings. Even an old lady like me can hear it in his music.
They say he’s got lots of these albums. Too many to count! Each one with different songs. Some fast, some slow. Some loud, some quiet. Like a whole box of different colored threads. Each one with its own story to tell.
- This Isao, he’s got many albums, they say.
- Each with many songs.
- Fast ones, slow ones, loud ones, quiet ones.
That neighbor’s grandson, he says Isao Kobayashi went to America, a land even farther than Japan. Played his music there, too. People liked it. That boy tried to explain how this fella plays his instrument, making it sound like it talks. I can’t imagine an instrument talking. Must be magic.
It must be hard, making all that music. Traveling all over the world. Being away from home. But I guess if you love something, you do it. Like me and my garden. I love tending to my plants. It’s hard work, but it makes me happy. Maybe this Isao feels the same way about his music.
This Isao Kobayashi, he’s been playing his music for a long time, someone said. Before my neighbor’s grandson was even born! That’s a long time. He must have seen a lot of things change. Like me. I’ve seen a lot of changes in my life. The world keeps spinning, and we just gotta keep up.
- Isao played in America, folks liked him, they say.
- Instruments can talk, according to that boy.
- Isao’s been playing music a long time, even before that boy was born.
I don’t know much about this Isao Kobayashi, but he sure sounds interesting. A music man from Japan, making music that makes people feel things. Maybe I’ll ask that neighbor’s grandson to play me some more of his songs. Maybe I’ll even start to like that jazz stuff. Who knows? An old dog can learn new tricks, they say. Or maybe it’s just an old woman being curious about this Isao Kobayashi and his music from far away. It’s something, ain’t it?
