Like the best of Indie films this program was quirky, weird and compelling. True, there's no denying the original material was simply, for the most part, without redemption. But it was written by people compelled, driven to get it out there, with enough guts to take responsibility for it. (Of course, having zero judgement helps.)

And I was fascinated by the workmanlike way the studio musicians handled their day job...and the incredible speed with which they turned this dreck, read cold, into bad, but at least recognizable, music. It seemed there was an inherent respect for the writer, if not for the writing.

I found it more interesting that a lot of what is on PBS any more.