Nine for an hour

For one glorious hour, I was nine years old again just because I was listening to the Eraserheads live. I wish my cousin, who was responsible for introducing the band to us back in the 90s, could have been there, but she was busy with her kids. Her friends even used to call her "Ligaya," haha. This is for you, ate!


Ako'y lumilipad at nasa alapaap na

Anyway, there were no words for it except it was just freaking awesome. Never mind it being cut short, I got enough high from seeing Ely, Marcus, Raimund, and Buddy together again. We would be talking about this for years. The fact that people left calmly and quickly was remarkable enough. Ang galing. Yun na lang.

The good news is that Ely is stable now.

ETA: Photos here and here!



[mood| Rock on, Eheads]