Linda Ronstadt: The Sound of My Voice
— As a documentary, this is interesting enough but, were it not for Ronstadt's aura, it would be a little routine and its picking and choosing of facts occasionally bothersome, so go to it to be reminded of the music and of a great singer. Back in the ‘70s, I loved Ronstadt and her music gave me a boost and helped me escape. At the time I didn’t fully understand how talented she was and I was clueless of the path she was blazing for women and of the camaraderie she had with some of her contemporaries; I didn’t really know who was playing guitar or keyboard or drums for her (Glenn Frey and Don Henley for example), or who was producing her records (Peter Asher as an example). I did know she was all over the place musically, dabbling successfully in one genre after another, but to me, she was just wonderful to have belting tunes from the car speakers of a friend's Trans Am. The film brought her music wafting back as I sat in the theater, enjoying it again and feeling its energy and emotion, reminding me of those times and just how good she was, while occasional anecdotes from other greats separated songs and other narration. When the film was done, I couldn’t help but be amazed by her legacy and wonder why I hadn’t already had her among a select group of musical luminaries—there’s no denying her place in rock, pop, country, blues, jazz, and traditional Mexican musical history. I also left the theater with an admiration for Ronstadt today, for how she acknowledges that dealing with death is the easy part of Parkinson's, but adjusting to an altered life, to finding ways to have meaning and joy before death is the challenge. If the film paints anything of a true picture, Ronstadt’s finding new ways. She still has joy in her eyes and her music still brings joy to those who hear it. I’m not sure if it’s a great documentary, but it plays so well into my life story so I loved it.