Reminiscing of Ryukyu

Watching this conjures up memories of awamori, umibudo, goya champuru, taco rice, and stewed pig’s feet while listening to the laid back twangs and beats of the shinsen and taiko, accompanied by hauntingly beautiful vocals of a dialect that I love to listen to, yet do not understand.

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