The one and a half hour bus ride through the most polluted neighbors of Bangkok was worth it. The smell... The damp moist air.... almost fungus like.

Back then, Music Studios weren't an ordinary commodity like today. Instruments were not only expensive, but non-existant. You had to do with what you still have left.

So if the word got out that a certain studio in certain part of the town had invested in new set of equipments, we'd make  our effort to use them, and we usually do.

You meet up your fellows at a joint, and gather up to goto the newest Studio in town to make your sounds. Each with their own part.

And once you get their, each of you run your fingers through the pieces of metal and plastics, each admiring one's and others.

After a short messy solos, they merge.

We now can claim, we've made music...

They charge you 50 Baht per hour back then. It was big money, 50 Baht. But I thought it was worth every Baht. Hell a lot better than playing snooker. :-)