*blue balls not included.
After work yesterday, had some spare time to catch Homemade Hillbilly Jam at the Cleveland International Film Festival (in its 30th year) at Tower City Cinemas. Heartfelt documentary from German director Rick Minnich about the shared musical interest in modern-day Ozark “hillbilly” families. There are classic one-liners in this film — from the opening, laughter filled the theater. Probably the closest I’ll ever get (or want to go) to my hillbilly roots.
The movie opens up your eyes to another culture of America (widely ridiculed), but you have to appreciate their love of music and family while incorporating their strong religious beliefs. The music itself makes the movie worth admission; Big Smith and The Baldknobbers are featured.
Interesting movie-going observation: Only time I’ve ever been in a movie theater where NO ONE left until credits stopped rolling.
I believe there’s another afternoon showing on Friday, the 24th. Thanks to Great Lakes Brewing Company for the special screening passes. If I weren’t leaving for Columbus this weekend, I’d try to get out to see the midnight showing of “F*CK.”
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This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
