Kyoto Trip, Chapter Two: we dove into a second movie—“MR. JIMMY”—at the cozy UPLINK Kyoto theater. What’s it about? Only the most intense tribute to Led Zeppelin’s Jimmy Page ever put to film.
The star is Jimmy Sakurai, a Japanese guitarist who doesn’t just play Jimmy Page—he becomes Jimmy Page. We’re talking sound, technique, vintage amp settings, and even the embroidery on the jackets—all meticulously replicated to the millimeter. One riff, multiple versions—“the ’72 or the ’73 take?” he ponders. That’s the level we’re dealing with.
If this were an isekai manga, Sakurai would be the guy who maxed out every stat exclusively for “Jimmy Page.” It’s not just admiration—it’s an all-in, soul-consuming aesthetic philosophy. And so, when the real Jimmy Page came to watch him live one day? Pure cinematic magic. Page loved it so much, he gave him full rights to use thirty Zeppelin tracks. That’s no tribute—that’s legacy recognition.
Now, my teenage son, sitting beside me with thoughtful arms crossed, had his own critique. “Cool,” he said, “but no way the bandmates could keep up.” Apparently, Sakurai’s relentless authenticity made it tough for others to keep pace—he demanded not just performance but possession by Zeppelin spirits. Fair point. Can one man’s artistic ideal ever find a band that fits like a tailored dragon-embroidered suit?
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Speaking of Zeppelin, while cleaning up an old room the other day, I found an old poster from my youth. Vintage, a little worn, but still radiating that otherworldly cool.
Maybe it’s time to pick up the guitar again. I won’t sound like a movie montage, but hey, why not?
The Kyoto journey continues…
“Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.” — Albert Einstein
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