Model father or absent husband? Black sheep or prodigal son? Bobby Bare Jr., indie-rocker offspring of a country idol, lives it up on the road as much as he can, and as much as he can get away with. An honest and warm film that retraces the steep slope of rock and fatherhood.
Various circumstances play out against indie-rocker Bobby Bare Jr. in the roulette of success and fame. For starters, he is the son of a true country music idol (Bobby Bare Sr., legendary star of Grand Ole Opry) and participated as a kid in cheesy duets with his Pop. That never helps. Then there’s his growing family (four sons), an ex-wife, scarce worldwide recognition of his talent and a tendency to get a little hacked off. And let’s call him a cheapskate rather than downright exploiter, when it comes to the back-up band that tolerates him. Don’t Follow Me (I’m Lost) questions his dichotomies: model father or absent husband, black sheep or prodigal son, misunderstood genius or jinxed fool... All his faces are here in a sincere and affectionate film that doesn’t beat about the bush when it comes to showing the star’s unfriendly side (“I don’t sell myself because nobody’s buying”, he declares). It’s a film that depicts the slippery slope of rock and fatherhood, and faithfully compiles the type of life that can strike an unfortunate 40-year-old with a ton of outstanding bills and a father who always cast an insurmountable shadow.
William Miller graduated from New York University. He has won various prizes and currently has several films in post-production. For this film, he turned to the advice of none other than D.A. Pennebaker.