As a fan of Ebert and his bands, I was intrigued and picked up a copy of the soundtrack at Los Angeles' Amoeba Music. I knew it was going to be good, but this soundtrack exceeded my expectations -- a truly mesmerizing work.
For some people, someone like me should not have made a film like this. It's the story of a young black man directed by me -- a not-young white man. Mixing fact and fiction already draws up a lot of discussion -- but mixing a white man's story with a black man's reality?
Surveying the historical span of filmmaking, the use of original music appears more prevalent from the dawn of sound through the 1970s -- or perhaps it's just that the scores themselves were more memorable over this period.