It was late afternoon Japan time, which made it very late at night in Los Angeles, and my body was still on Los Angeles time. The thought of stopping at a studio to film some promo was not as inviting as the thought of checking into the hotel and sleeping. Still, I figured it would be churlish not to let News Pop make its promotional piece. After all, they had flown me to Japan to be on the show, not for my sparkling personality. I told Sugimoto that stopping at the studio would be fine.
“Did you bring the sword?” Sugimoto asked.
“Yes. It’s in that large gym bag.”
“And that’s the sword used in the murder you solved?”
“No,” I said, surprised. “The murder sword is a piece of evidence, so it’s being held by the Los Angeles Police Department. This sword is one that I bought for a hundred dollars at a garage sale.”
“It’s not the murder sword? When we saw the photograph we naturally assumed that the sword you were holding was the one used in the murder.”
“I’m afraid not. It’s just a prop that the Asahi Sbimbun photographer thought would add interest to the picture.”
“Damn!” Sugimoto thought a few seconds, and said more to himself than to me, “Never mind. If we made a mistake thinking it was the murder sword, others might make the same mistake. We’ll still use it as a prop in the promotional piece. Have you ever been on television before?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Well, don’t worry. Our show has live interviews, but we do interviews with people who aren’t professionals all the time. During the interview we’ll run a simultaneous translation from Japanese to English through an earpiece, so you’ll understand the questions that our hosts ask you. You’ll respond in English, naturally, and we’ll do a simultaneous translation for our audience. Prior to the live interview we’ll discuss the types of questions we’ll ask you, so although your responses will be spontaneous, there will be no surprises. The lead-in piece, which sets up the interview, will be on tape. We’ll need your help in putting together that piece, so we’d like you to check in at the studio for about an hour every day. The late afternoon is best, which will also give you most of the day for sightseeing. Do you have any questions?”
“No. You must give that little speech a great many times,” I said.
Sugimoto laughed. “I’m sorry if I sound a little like a recording. I do give that speech a lot.”
“Do you meet many people at the airport?”
“Quite a few. It’s part of my job when I’m in town. Half the time, I’m traveling to the U.S. or Europe to track down stories. In fact, I just got back from Europe a few days ago. I’m not always here to meet our guests, but it’s actually something I enjoy because I get to know a great many people.”
“How long have you been doing this kind of work?”
“About seven years. I’ve been doing it for News Pop for three years. Before that I worked with other shows, including NHK News.”
We made small talk as we drove along, but my attention soon turned to the view out the car window during the long drive from Narita to Tokyo. I saw a lot of roofs made with blue tile or tin sheets, and the houses were very small and narrow even when they were built near Narita, where there seemed to be more open space. Small houses crowded together is hardly an original observation about Japan, but when you see it for yourself you realize that many facets of the Japanese standard of living simply haven’t kept up with their vaunted technical and business prowess.
Traffic increased as we approached Tokyo. Sugimoto pointed out Tokyo Disneyland off the freeway and said we had at least another hour to go, but frankly, by that time, my thoughts were more focused on my bladder than the Japanese version of a Southern California tourist attraction. I really should have gone to the bathroom before we left the airport.
5
We crawled through bumper-to-bumper traffic. There seemed to be no lane discipline with Tokyo drivers, and cars were often five abreast where there were just three lanes painted on the pavement. In Japan, of course, they drive on the left side of the road like the British, and it was a little disorienting to see drivers on the “wrong” side.
It took us almost two and a half hours to reach the television studio from Narita, and when we finally got there I was desperate. We pulled up to what looked like a side entrance to the studio and when we got out of the car, Sugimoto asked me to take the prop sword out. Instead, I told Sugimoto, “I have to use a restroom. Now. Right away. Immediately.”
“No problem,” Sugimoto said, and led me to a small bathroom off the entrance. As soon as I walked into the bathroom, I knew there actually was a problem.
In the room there was no toilet and no urinal. There was a sink and in the tile floor there was a fixture that baffled me. It looked like a white porcelain version of the kind of slit trenches we used for field latrines in the army, but with a raised lip at one end. It was about eight inches wide and two feet long. I stared at it for several minutes trying to figure out what the hell it was.
Embarrassed but in need of immediate guidance, I stuck my head out of the door and asked Sugimoto, “How are you supposed to use this thing?”
Sugimoto laughed and said, “That depends on what you want to do. Why don’t I take you to a Western-style toilet? Sometimes the Japanese-style toilets can be confusing.”
“I’m not totally confused, but I do want to know if what I’m about to do is the right thing. I thought I’d just straddle that trench in the floor and take careful aim. Is that right?”
“You got it,” Sugimoto said.
I went back into the toilet and did a reasonably neat job. When I finished I stared at the fixture in the floor, trying to fathom how you would use it if you needed it for other bodily functions or if you were a woman. The possibilities I came up with all involved straddling, squatting, and other undignified maneuvers. I had just received my first prosaic lesson in the differences between the familiar and the proverbial mysteries of Asia.
When I was done, I retrieved the samurai sword from my luggage and followed Sugimoto up to the News Pop studio, which was on the seventh floor of the building.
In Los Angeles I once saw a taping of a TV comedy. It was done in a sound stage big enough to hold three different sets and bleachers for a live audience. By comparison, the News Pop studio was minuscule. The studio was about the size of a large living room. In the high ceiling were a series of metal bars with a large assortment of lights clamped to them. Most of the floor space was taken up by cameras, and even the cameras were tiny. At the U.S. TV taping, the cameras were the size of briefcases, but the cameras used on News Pop were the size of a kid’s lunch box. Three of these cameras were mounted on tubular tripods set on wheels so they could be moved around for different angles in front of the set.
About a half-dozen people were in the room. They seemed to be blocking out shots with a director, with cameramen taking instructions as they moved their cameras around the studio floor. A couple of technicians seemed to be repairing some cable that went from a desk with several monitors and disappeared into the floor. It was crowded.
The set for the program was jammed up against one wall. It was basically a counter with a shōji screen for a background. Several chairs were placed behind the counter. On the surface of the counter were glass panels that seemed to cover computer screens set into the desk. I surmised that notes or the script were flashed on these screens. News Pop had to be a “talking heads” show that relied on videotape for anything that required space or movement.