It was this man’s title, “The King of Diggin’.” I wasn’t sure how to take it. It is believed to enshrine God in order to protect all the people in the store.īut even then, I had a slightly unsettled feeling. Attached to the wall near the ceiling was a model that looked like a small house adorned with relics, which I later found out is called a Kamidana. Among the records, Muro’s mixtapes, and other diggin’ paraphernalia, I noticed something I did not recognize. When Savage first opened, it was like minions following their king: Four other record shops opened in the same building soon after.Įntering the store, I gazed around, taking it all in. The orange illuminated sign read, in black lettering, Savage. The reply was simply, “Ah, you’re looking for Muro-san?” I found his store nestled toward the end of the narrow, bustling street. I met with DJ Muro one evening at his store in Tokyo on Senta-gai or “Center Street.” On my way, I got slightly off track and asked directions, in my very broken Japanese, how to get to the store.
