¡°I don¡¯t want people to treat me like a god,¡± says Keiji Haino, chuckling. ¡°I want to be a bad boy, right until the end.¡±

An audience with the 65-year-old iconoclast, a towering figure on Japan¡¯s underground music scene, is always memorable. When I meet him at a coffee shop in Kawagoe, ostensibly to talk about the vinyl reissue of his 1981 studio debut, ¡°Watashi Dake?¡± (¡°Only Me?¡°), the conversation sprawls for well over two hours.

With the patience of a Zen master tutoring a slightly dopey pupil, Haino explains his singular philosophy in a series of bold pronouncements and unlikely analogies, comparing it to birds, eggs and coffee beans.