Combines some great snippets of music recorded at various venues plus musings about how this music is so insignificant in the land of its birth, and how the racial divide has left most black jazz players in poverty, and the fact that many can only sustain themselves by touring Europe, where the music is much more respected. Also musings about the music itself, and different approaches. Some great footage. My main complaint is that very few of the people are identified in the film, and you either already know who they are or have to guess. A lot of the footage comes from the Sound Unity festival, an early precursor to the Vision Festival apparently.
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