By (1977), he has found the moon and parked a convertible beneath it. The asphalt steams. Every chord change is a wave receding just long enough to make you miss the shore.
(reissues, 2017–2018) — not new albums, but new invitations. Remastered so the waves crash clearer. You realize he never stopped singing about the same thing: that moment just before the sun touches the horizon, when the whole world holds its breath and someone says, "Let's go for a drive." tatsuro yamashita all albums
(1980) — the album that rewrote the sky. Synthesizers bloom like neon bougainvillea. Every track is a summer Friday at 5 PM. You roll down all windows. The wind copies his horn arrangements. By (1977), he has found the moon and