There’s a certain point during a live show-when the bassist drops his instrument on the stage in front of you, falls down in his beer and starts yelling-when you know whether or not you were made for rock music.
A Baxter is pleasant, nerdy, timid and supremely uninteresting. He is, above all, a wimp. In short, he is not someone you want to watch an entire movie about.
The Cultural Institute of Mexico is a mecca of artistic diplomacy, uniting American and Mexican culture not through politics but through creative expression and community involvement.
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