Years ago, I’m walking back to my hotel on a sultry Friday night in Tokyo. Its been a grueling week. I’ve been away from home for several weeks. I’m dragging. Friendly, safe country – but never quite at ease among strangers, away from my own bed. I don’t recall the year. I don’t remember the hotel. But, I do remember this unforgettable Kem tune drifting out of the lounge. I slump into a soft, cushy chair along the window and order a drink. I ask the bartender if he wouldn’t mind playing the song again. He indulges. And I proceed to be immersed by “Love Calls” while I watch the Tokyo evening pass me by. It feels like yesterday…
