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...Western music is so organized," Ozawa observed last month in Paris, where he was conducting at the Opera. "It is so strong and so logical that it is very easy for every nationality to learn." At the Toho Gakuen School of Music in Tokyo, Ozawa studied conducting with Hideo Saito, who had been a pupil of Cellist Emanuel Feuermann in Germany. Saito was aware his students lacked cultural grounding. "He said that if you know the music and have no tradition, then you must go to Europe," remembers Ozawa. "If you have talent, you should have a very good nose...
...government White Paper last year reported that although most women are still content with their responsibilities as keepers of the home, only 13% feel they are given equal status at work, and only 10% believe they are treated equally in terms of social perceptions and customs. Shigeo Saito, author of a national sex survey, found that "Japanese housewives are frustrated in many ways. Women at the moment are giving signs of warning, and the men aren't really paying attention to them...
...Saito's departure for work at 6:40 a.m. was not quite a photocopy. Etsuko also bowed at the front door, but then Saito hugged her and chased her playfully around his tiny gray Mitsubishi Minica 360. Once in the driver's seat, he called out to his spouse: "Another busy...
...Saito, by contrast, spent much of his day in solitude. Before work began, he sat for 15 minutes in the plant cafeteria drinking coffee and poring over newspapers. Then at 8 a.m. he stood at attention next to his desk and, along with his fellow workers, sang the company song, which begins: "A bright heart overflowing with life linked together, Matsushita Electric." This is an honored tradition in many corporations throughout Japan. Saito's job is to help TV distributors understand the technical details of Matsushita products. He first answered a stack of telex messages, most of them from...
Except for a 45-minute lunch in the company cafeteria, Saito sat at his desk most of the time. But he did not feel isolated. Said he: "Never do I feel like a cog in a huge impersonal machine." Occasionally he went off to consult with the experts on the assembly line. Most of this afternoon was spent writing and revising an English-language manual for a new " TV-set model. Then at 4:45 p.m., he | and his colleagues stood and again sang the Matsushita song. That was not, however, the end of Saito's day. He returned...