The Great White Cane was the end result of a number of groups and collaborations between Toronto, Los Angeles, and Detroit which were highlighted in one way or another by Rick James. So, it was entirely possible the King of late 70s and 80s punk funk could have been a crossover rock star in the era of Crosby, Stills, and Nash and James Taylor. Then you have a look at the cover and...putting that aside, the music itself comes off energetic, definitely live-attuned, but the swagger he was so noted for later on is only here in spots ("Find It"). This is more Chicago and Santana with a bit of classic soul tossed in the melting pot ("Don’t You Worry"). Not saying it's not professional, but like the cover itself it's hard to take serious this well-meaning but slapdash affair.
Yup...Spock and the spores. He goes gaga for a bit over Jill Ireland, then Kirk ruins his fun with a pinpoint stream of ugly epithets. Because even in the 23rd century there's no time for laying on your butt in a ecstasy-like stupor.
The size of those medication bottles is the real scandal here! You need two people just pick up one container. Didn't they have workmen's comp in the 23rd century?
Mostly you get the impressions of close friends and roadies of the group's rise to fame. No actual VH music is used, don't believe the band had anything to do with the making of this doc. It's OK to get the fan on the ground perspective, but not sure we will ever get a definitive VH movie or doc (which is needed).
