Dream: Recording in Cubao

A dream from 10/12/2009: Cubao is still the same in my dream– vehicles competing for right of way, street vendors hawking illegal and pirated wares, garbage everywhere.

I head for a tiny bungalow in the midst of the urban squalor where a recording studio sits. It’s unclear whether I am there to record or to buy a bass guitar. Maybe both. I would love to use this bass for playing at the youth mass in church, I think to myself. But also I am thanking the recording engineer for his services. I look around his tiny shop and see musical instruments I cannot name or comprehend. All behind dusty glass cabinets. The shop/recording studio has turned into a sidewalk stall on a busy Quiapo street.

I am joined by Andre Q who is as skinny as ever. I’m hitching a ride home with him apparently, in his good old Nissan Sentra. Just like the good old days. And he’s got a baby boy waiting for him in the car. I wonder: “Wow, did they have another baby and not tell me?” I am happy for him however.

Outside, the sidewalk vendors noisily hawk their wares and all is fine with the world.


Speak, thy writer is listening.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s