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                    [Summary] => Phew! It’s so hot these days that you could boil not only an egg on the sidewalk but a complete lauriat dinner as well … plus bake a cake.  I’m grumbling because I had to stay in this cauldron of a city over the Holy Week. Suffering is the lot of those who can’t escape the lowlands. It’s "The Passion of the Price" for me, the price, that is, of a week’s stay out of town. 


                    [DatePublished] => 2004-04-17 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => CITY SENSE By Paulo Alcazaren
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                    [Title] => Jazz, poetry & antiques
                    [Summary] => As a teener in the early ’60s, I remember risking life and limb on weekend visits to Gagalangin in Tondo, where an older friend from UP had a "pad." The purpose was to listen to jazz records from the burgeoning collection of Bnn Bautista. 


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                    [AuthorName] => Alfred A. Yuson
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Batulao Summers

By CITY SENSE By Paulo Alcazaren | April 17, 2004 - 12:00am

Phew! It’s so hot these days that you could boil not only an egg on the sidewalk but a complete lauriat dinner as well … plus bake a cake. I’m grumbling because I had to stay in this cauldron of a...

Modern Living

Jazz, poetry & antiques

By Alfred A. Yuson | February 4, 2002 - 12:00am

As a teener in the early ’60s, I remember risking life and limb on weekend visits to Gagalangin in Tondo, where an older friend from UP had a "pad." The purpose was to listen to jazz records from the...

Arts and Culture