In the past few years, documentaries about music have truly come of age. Where once there may have been a sense that these were stories for niche audiences, recently a number of music-focused films became box-office triumphs and Oscar winners ("Searching for Sugar Man," "20 Feet From Stardom," "Amy") or major contenders ("What Happened, Miss Simone?").
In another year shaping up to be dominated by a clash of titans (a British pop savant, a Compton rap genius), there’s still plenty of room for surprises in the top Grammy categories -- whether they’re icons getting personal (JAY-Z, Gaga), former teen stars going for grown-up cred (hello, Harry), rappers on the rise or, yes, Taylor Swift.
When Gregg Allman’s devoted manager, Michael Lehman, first spoke to me about working with Gregg on his autobiography, I was skeptical. But soon enough, every few weeks I would fly down, check into a Motel 6 next to a Waffle House off the highway, head down the road to his house and spend a couple of days talking through his astonishing history.