Several months ago my brother S was reminding me how I needed to sit down and watch The Last Waltz. I borrowed his copy and then I drove home and started packing to move to England. This movie has travelled in my suitcase to England, back to the States in September, and back to England again. A few weeks ago suffering from insomnia I put it in and was captivated. Not only did I like the music more than I expected, the interviews were really good. Sitting in the dark in my room listening to Levon Helm’s southern drawl soothed my homesick soul.
If you haven’t seen it, check it out. --J
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