Faces frozen having forgotten themselves in the blinding sound, a flow born somewhere outside of time and momentarily mastered by a fellow patron of the elusive perfection. Perfection depends on the precision of your perception. Glass of wine rests next to me. Not quite Spanish music on. My feet are getting too hot. I take my socks off. Wine, cheese, chocolate. Waiting for crepes to finish. A Poem After Some Wine. WHY NOT, GHAD DAMN IT! .

Adam Gill is originally from the West Country of the England and now lives in Hong Kong. Adam is working on a number of compositions simultaneously - varying from solo piano to jazz fusion including elements of Latin, Orchestral, and a variety of other flavors from around the world during his travels.

Sunday, October 26, 2008. i flew in yesterday and it was the worst flight ever. the weather was good, the vibes were good. i bumped into a band The Muslims who i knew from a show in austin, what a small world! But then the drinks were flowing and im a little drink-flowed right now. Sunday, October 12, 2008. When I came to colle.

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