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Hobo Film Festival (Baltimore)



Last night I accidentally wound up at the Baltimore screening of the Hobo Film Festival, which took place in the cleanest punk house I ever saw’s basement. And they had this really sweet amazing white dog. Cute young girls were sipping forties of malt liquor and we watched a couple films, one feature length, about people riding freight trains (illegally) for pleasure and as a lifestyle. The tour is being put on and the films hosted by a guy named Shawn from Asheville I think, who collected money for gas in a shoebox. The whole event was really fun, even if it did end up making feel sort of lonesome - but I guess that’s just part of the lifestyle.







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  1. Le Bonnet Rouge - [tmbchr]™ Says:
    May 12th, 2008 at 12:36 pm

    […] After that, I was in the kitchen/table area still and a strange man with a funny red hat started talking to me. I was basically asking him what I should do next (the dream sequence having been prompted somehow by my debut performance in the park getting cancelled that morning due to rain), and then he made a weird gesture, putting his arms up, crossed in front of his face. His cuffs were bright red like his hat and only his eyes were visible in the gap, sparkling out. Suddenly, I recognized him: “I saw you at the gas station,” I said to him. He smiled and said that the only thing I could do was to practice non-attachment. Oh, he also mentioned having learned a song or story or something from a hobo on a train (I had just been to the Hobo Film Festival a couple nights before at an oddly immaculate punk house - cute young girls sipped malt liquor to sad videos of old drunk men with lost souls riding the rails deeper into oblivion). […]



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