Comments about Kevin Hill
Power Of Music.
</>As I huddled toward the crowd,
In which looks like a school of fish, The voices of fear and entrapment,
Being repelled and replaced by the musical anomies. At the same moment I was being attracted by the sounds.
The smell of that intoxicated man’s breath as he begins to start a convosation.
The stench of that exhale being replaced by the breeze of tobacco vapor and the wretched smell of gym. So strong you could almost taste it on your lips. At times you could feel the sweat dripping down.
The smoke filled the stage, without the aid of a machine. Then ...