Winter Storm Thor. We're not in Florida anymore.
The month of the Lion begets, we hope, the month of the Lamb. But let’s just say (and in fact we did say), "it’s all fun and games until you leave Florida". Of course, in Florida the legislature did just pass an ordinance banning all use of the term “climate change”.
But out the Gulf Coast we did climb, away from the ever more threadbare boot that is South Louisiana and headlong into the arms of Thor. (Who knew they named winter storms?) Tobogganing in an RV is more fun than you think! Fat snowflakes growing to fat ice chunks on the lashes of the exhausted windshield wipers added an ever constricting ice frame to our view. We followed the tracks of the truck convoy to St. Louis and the western edge of the storm..
From the Gateway to West (and the sunshine), we rolled seamlessly from St. Louis to Columbia and the True/False Festival. Suddenly, from the fallow fields of Missouri sprung bushels of hipsters, sporting tight jeans, hair product and an all-day pass the premier documentary film festival in America. Lattes & craft beer were everywhere. I saw a squadron of Staties with full effect on their mirror shades swoop pass me and for one horrible second I thought they knew I was baked like a potato at spring picnic (63F!). But no, they were escorting the governor to post film Q & A. Boom! Missouri’s governor goes to film fests.
“The pair makes music that rambles like a road film, rattles like a Pentecostal sermon and romances you like a tipsy dance with a lover.”
So in sunny Columbia, we stood in the dark theatre playing tunes to crowds savvy in social media. We played the preview section of the latest in haught couture meets cinema verite and even made the papers..."Music that rambles like a road film rattles like a Pentecostal sermon and romances you like a tipsy dance with a lover." Yeah, we're from Portland, we got this hipster shit down! So we are heading to DC to get our bourgeois back.
Photo credit: Corey Ransberg, Good Kind Studios