By Kier Junos Consider the last time you changed jobs and moved into a new place. Pretend that you grew out of a well-worn love. You slowly wake in the bedroom. You vexedly reach for your share of the warm sheets, but recall it’s been solely you beneath them all night. Somehow you feel colder….
When some tragic character finally punches through the sky of their testing world, their audience happily applauds them from Everest, at eye-level.
If you’re the type to climb with your Davids as they mount their Goliaths, you’ll be pleased to find a whole snowsled of underdogs to cheer for in my 22-minute debut music documentary Empty Houses, Empty Towns, which premiered May 13.