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Down at the Honeydripper Lounge locals arent keen on change. Its the early 1950s in Harmony, Alabama, and American music like everything else -- is in a state of flux. Something big is coming. If the good folks of Harmony squint their eyes and stand with their faces towards the changing wind, they could be the first to see it -- a whirlwind of damnation known now as rock ´n roll.
In John Sayles new movie Honeydripper, you are given a glimpse inside a Southern scrapbook come to life. Waiting peacefully to be discovered is the Honeydripper Lounge, a withering local nexus thats sitting on the brink of bankruptcy. Tyrone Purvis, the joints proprietor (played by Danny Glover) knows that somethings gotta give if hes going to keep the lights on, so he throws all of his hope and resources into promoting an out-of-town act: a one-man savior named Guitar Sam. But when said finger-picker doesnt arrive on his scheduled train, Purvis has to find someone else to help him sing for his supper -- ´cause if this aint the biggest bash that ever hit Harmony, the Honeydripper wont survive long enough to welcome in the next era of music. Catch Honeydripper for one last day at the Lake Worth Playhouse (713 Lake Ave., Lake Worth) Thursday at 4 p.m. and again at 8:15 p.m. Tickets cost $6 to $8.