I had the experience of hearing Lenny live as an underage youth sneaking into clubs in the early 70s in Edmonton. I remember being completely mesmerized by the soft voiced man on the guitar,but only vaguely aware of his absolute transcendent ear and ability, and in retrospect, oblivious to the tribulations of his life. Only after his passing, through his recordings, did I realize the absolute joy and melancholy of his work. It was with the first viewing of this film that I was apprised of the actual circumstances of his death, I don't know if his loss should seem even greater to me. To this day I am amazed at the number of guitarists, particularly Canadian, who are unaware of Lenny's music. After having met Lenny's daughter Emily just today, in circumstances that were pleasant, but, for myself, profoundly poignant, I am moved to embrace Lenny's legacy even more completely. I am also mightily surprised that this film has not made a bigger dent on this database. I would recommend screening it to everyone, if only to acquaint yourself with the life of a virtuoso of such celestial talent whose mistimed passing was, for my money, no less a tragedy than the death of a Mozart.
P.S. - I realize that this may not be the best forum to post suchlike, but if you are reading this, be gratified that I'm not selling enlarging ointments or hot stock tips.
P.S. - I realize that this may not be the best forum to post suchlike, but if you are reading this, be gratified that I'm not selling enlarging ointments or hot stock tips.