I often hang around and listen to the blind musicians scattered around the city. They play mostly ballads from a time when bands were called "combos" and the electric guitar was new stuff. Sometimes they do those sad Filipino songs about migration and separation.
A favorite spot is by the stairs of Ayala rail, beside the bus "station", where there are many places to lean.
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