Or, music documentaries, like Spinal Tap spoofed, that document how some band completely implodes—drugs, death, whatever.
The Winding Stream is neither of those. This is a really sweet story; sort of Ken Burns PBS style.
What I like about this film is that it talks about where the music came from—from the farm, from this family—and there are no implosions; just a really wholesome, nice movie. Sort of like a warm cup of apple cider.
100814 Seg3 from myWindow on Vimeo.