DJ Kentaro
August 17th, 2005 by Paul Irishjapanese turntablism // traditional remixed
shamisen. n. 1. A Japanese 3-stringed musical instrument with a very long neck, plucked with a bachi (a binding of sticks). turntable. n. 1. The circular horizontal rotating platform of a phonograph on which the record is placed.
Ready to see these two very different instruments bust out some crazy fusion of old and new?
Imagine a banjo player dueling with a DJ, in Japan…
DJ Kentaro mixing against a shamisen (skip to 0:40)
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