Here's the story: A farmboy from Iowa finds the bluegrass big in Japan.
It was time to close a parenthesis in his life, to start over. He had divorced recently. Japan, Jonathan thought, would be a nice place. Besides, it's a good time to be out of the US. It's not that he's not proud to be American; he's just ashamed of what his government does sometimes. So he came to Japan to teach English. He knew the Japanese liked to pick, too. When the great mandolin player Bill Monroe visited in the early Seventies, he sparked a bluegrass craze that's going still...About a month after moving to Japan he was kind of lonely and homesick. So he took his mandolin along to the Ohanami Jam - where musicians sit and play under the falling cherry blossom. What he saw was Japanese; what he heard was American. That lifted his spirits. After that he began to find a place here, and musicians to play with. His American fiance has come to Japan, too, to teach with him. He loves Japan; from the grace and politeness of the people, to the public transport you'd never get at home...more...