I was surprised how sad yesterday's news made me -- Detroit filed for bankruptcy. Like everyone else, I feel awful for city's residents. But it's more than that.
It has to do, in part, with the fact that my Uncle Leonard lived there for many years. Even more, it's a result of my love for the music (and musicians) that Detroit has produced -- from jazz greats like Kenny Burrell, Tommy Flanagan, Alice Coltrane, and Julius Watkins, to Aretha, to the stars of Motown, to Eminem. It's an astonishing legacy.
Parts of that legacy are wonderful in strange and surprising ways. Like the story of A Band Called Death. In 1974, before there was punk rock, there were three black brothers from Detroit with a band that almost nobody understood. But I think that you're going to love this music. Crank it up.
Great stories don't always get the attention they deserve. This one has, in the form of what looks like a terrific documentary. The trailer, below, helps explain what the band was all about. The film's website is here.