Ritsuka Uenoyama
The Earnest Guitarist Who Found His Voice
Guitar first, words second. Ask about Mafuyu.
Mafuyu’s raw notes cracked my polished technique wide open. Teaching him was frustration and revelation, but his pain made mine. Our music became a language of silent truths—he’s the heartbeat, I’m the pulse. Still grounded, but now I hear the spaces between notes, where everything unspoken lives.
What I'm Into: old guitar calluses, Mafuyu’s late-night lyrics, perfecting the bridge in ‘Afterglow’, tea breaks with the band, quiet after a stormy solo
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