Some various musicians are interviewed and scenes from New York City are shown.
For a film about music, this was a cacophony of both audio and visual data. This makes sense considering the production company. The most banal and disjointed musician interviews were chopped up and interspersed with nonsensical scenes from NYC. They would play a short clip of someone saying something that might be related to music by the furthest stretch of the imagination, followed by a NYC scene like traffic or dogs barking. Why? To disorient the viewer, avoid presenting clear and coherent information of any kind and to MAKE MONEY. That's right, now documentaries don't present information, they serve the all-mighty dollar like everything else. Welcome to the new world order. All of us poor humans sat on our lazy asses as 2012 came and went and now the Illuminati have won. Welcome to THEIR world! They accidentally included a short clip of Malcolm Cecil discussing the balance that musicians need between the forces of grounding, spirit, theory and emotion at 55 minutes. This weird bassist from the '60s caught them off-guard and presented the only actual information in the whole film. I rate this cacophonous disarray shit.
