And the winner is: the blue-haired outrageously, contagiously cute and cool Hatsunemiku? Who could compete with the long-legged, flowing pigtailed, slender-waisted animated projection? Effortless leaping from small to large screen, and even a standing Japanese screen, while the stocky middle-aged men of kabuki posed, earthbound and sweaty. Their voices, amplified to carry over the electronic/live geza/electronic sounds, hoarse or slightly breathless could not compete with her pre-recorded sweet digital lyricism. While the plot thickened, lead actors left the stage to change costume, but Miku, effortless changing her gorgeous pastel costumes and beautifully quaffed hair (rolled into a back-bun or left dangling gaily was the bride of the ball. They had come to be in her presence, which happened to include this ancient art called "kabuki", but it was clear from the pen-lights they waved aloft and the silent cheers only she could hear why they were here. In a reversal of no
an occasional document of theatrical life in Kyoto and the virtual world at the beginning of the 21st century