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Growing up I spent my Sundays in a Black Baptist Church, surrounded by intelligent, dignified, resilient Black people. My adolescence was filled with celebrations of Black History and Culture. I love being Black. But, I have long hidden an uncomfortable secret... I love rock- the white boys, wearing spandex and mullet hair, kind. Classic Rock. Arena Rock. Hair Metal. Yacht Rock. Stadium Rock. Dad Rock... all of it. Yeah, I know it’s derived from soul. And yes, other Black folks like it. But for me, it tipped the scale. I couldn't jam out (air guitar style) to November Rain with the Black kids at school. Hell no. Not when they were already teasing me for how I talked / danced / smiled ("you smile like a white girl" was sorta my thing). Some things were out of my control. Sharing what I listened to was not. This film is personal. It's specific and unique but also has the opportunity to connect across different ethnicities, generations and sexualities.
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