Blowin' in the wind

As instructed I braved all my fears about Brixton and headed down. It is not the place I fear but the wind.
It blows down upon us in massive waves and stirs up emotions that I never intend to feel.
I entered this fantastic place  "The Windmill" and waited for uncle dick's to play their set.
The sound was not fantastic, you could see the songs in their raw state - but it was the energy the boys drew, hitting you like great waves of fresh air. I loved it.
You could see this air circulating the room and people sucking it up in their lungs and releshing it.
I left exhilarated. More wind must follow.

by One of The Crowd 25-10-2002