Last night, the hubby and I watched "Winter's Bone." Fascinating. Gripping. Desolate. Over-full of silence. Men and women exist in separate worlds, yet a woman needs a man to stand for her. It's a violent, honour bound world. It's a place where too many words can be as unbearable as fists.
There's a moment or two where a band plays. The banjo is so sweet.
I heard this today: and it's nothing like the Ozark music--not really--though it shares the same roots and the same instruments, and even, the same tradition.
But how much more robust.
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