Beware of Mr. Baker.

The most mind blowing part of the film is when he says he had to put an ad in a local L.A. musician's paper to hustle work in the late 80s (or maybe early 90s). From drummer for Cream to "will drum for food": how much further can one fall?

It's a fine line between genius and lunacy. Lots of issues there that could use therapy, but them we probably wouldn't have had his contribution to music.

I came away from watching that just feeling bad. He treated his horses and dogs better than his family/children/friends. I lost interest in him as a musician just seeing how much of a train-wreck he is as a human being.