Bill Brown is the sort of guy we all wanted to be in film school. Traveling incessantly, chronicling the ride with a trusty Bolex and a rolling narration that chronicles the corners, the details, the little things and carefully arranges them into constellations to invoke The Big Cosmic Everything. He makes zines, fills his website with vignettes from Detroit, Lubbuck, Texas and California City, California. Rust, decay, space, dust, emotion, travel.
May I recommend his compilation DVD The Next Best Place? A better 25 dollars you are not likely to spend with an education on Spring-Heeled Jack, nuclear missiles, the Roswell crash and the little joys of being in motion in North America.