This was a good documentary if you consider jazz to be played only on acoustic instruments, fusion to be a terrible form of jazz, jazz to have died in the seventies, Wynton Marsalis to be the best contemporary jazz artist, and Louis Armstrong to be the greatest jazz musician everywhere. This film gives jazz fusion artists such a bad rap that I do not call myself that anymore. I am now a progressive rocker which at least has a good name. Oh yeah, and its not dead unlike jazz which passed away after Bitches Brew. I want one thing. I want Ken Burns to look into the face of Allan Holdsworth, Al DiMeola, Michael Brecker, Chick Corea, Jan Hammer, Wayne Shorter, Pat Metheny, Mike Stern, Keith Jarret, Randy Brecker, Tony Williams, Jaco Pastorious, and John Scofield, and then tell them that they are not part of the history of "Jazz." What a disgrace.
Review of Jazz
