(1991) — the craftsman at his bench. More R&B, more midnight. The synths have grown up but not old. A song about traffic becomes a meditation on time. You replay it three times.
(2002) — the drawer of forgotten postcards, each one a masterpiece. Unreleased instrumentals that sound like what dolphins might play at a wedding. tatsuro yamashita all albums
(1979) — not yet the full moon, but the light that turns parking lots into ballrooms. His voice, now velvet over a rim shot, sings about a girl who smells like sunscreen and regret you can dance to. (1991) — the craftsman at his bench
(2005) — late style as early light. He produces other voices, but his shadow falls everywhere. The guitar solo in track four is a full conversation with someone who already knows what you'll say. A song about traffic becomes a meditation on time