Monday, September 11, 2006

Rip Taylor's GAY??!

This is a proud moment for me.

And perhaps a confusing one for Jay?


I wonder what this moment smelled like?
Old Spice-doused confetti and a polish sausage made of Sun-in and Pall Malls?

Seriously, I love Rip Taylor.

"Stomp! Shout! Scream!" had a screening this past Saturday at RIFF! The Rome International Film Festival. Don't let the international part fool you, this was Rome, GA.
But it was a lot of fun, actually--they have a cute little downtown area.

Saw a great documentary about Freddy Cole, "The Cole Nobody Knows," by a local filmmaker, Clay Walker (trailer here). Did you know Nat had a brother who's a jazz piano player and singer? I didn't until i read about Clay's film. Freddy Cole is the cutest thing. And a pretty great piano player and singer.


This film was paired with a doc by Max Shores about Hill Country Blues musician Richard Johnston (view the trailer there--good god the music's freaking hypnotizing)---there will have to be a separate post about this one. This guy is unbelievable. The doc has aired on Alabama PBS.





Then I watched a feature length local film about nazis in a sports bar. Wait. I watched it in a sports bar. The nazis weren't there. To my knowledge.
It was quite a circus.
Verdict: A sports bar isn't a good place for a film screening. that's more than an hour long. about nazis. I just laughed. not about the nazis. at the clusterfuck of it all.
The film's director, who seems like a super nice guy, was talking over the film for the first 10 minutes or so. Not to the 'audience', or about the film, just up at the bar to others. I think a lot of people were kinda drunk. It was a sports bar.
At one point a band started up a sound check in the adjacent room. I just had to laugh.
The production value of the film didn't seem to look half bad. It was just....heavy. Again. Sports bar.

S!S!S! screened in an old-timey theatre called the Desoto on Broad St. in Rome. It was 11pm, in Rome, so attendance wasn't great, but it was what it was. Claire and Jay and I got up and did a little Q & A and i was the usual smart-ass, worn out from the day, having had only 3 beers and a moon pie in my system at 1 in the am. Then I signed 4 autographs on DVD jackets! Only 3 of them were relatives!

4 Comments:

Blogger ablebody said...

junior kimbrough's juke joint, where johnston played, is where one of my fave bands the north mississippi all-stars played as well. they all learned that type of blues from RL burnside himself (he plays po' black maddie on the trailer). that's pretty cool. i'd see that documentary.

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12:45 PM  
Blogger maryk said...

Yeah, they mentioned N. Miss. all-stars, but i think they were mentioning them as people who used johnston and the old guys (burnside, kimbrough, et al) as inspiration. And that they were a GOOD representation of that music carried into the rock (they didn't say "rock" but i can't remember what it said now) world and to a more mainstream audience.

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12:49 PM  
Blogger Overdroid said...

You guys have been shooting all these indie films, you should (or have the producer check out) Netflix. They are now actually producing films as well as distributing them. Pretty exciting stuff. Just read an article about it in Wired. The future of film?

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9:51 PM  
Blogger ablebody said...

that's pretty cool, overdroid. i found this quote from the guy at netflix who's responsible for that:

But, Sarandos insists, "this isn't philanthropy. We're not 'supporting the arts.' This is a market-based solution using technology."

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11:09 AM  

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