I just watched Jaco on Netflix, the gritty documentary. It showed a brilliant, gifted musician that like all stars burned out quickly.
Although he was a beast on bass, as the documentary points out, and something I felt already, he was MUSIC in the pure foam. Almost every picture of him at home he has his bass nearby. In many touring pictures he was in his hotel bed with his bass. But as he progressed in hi sdevelopment he became so multi-dimensional. He had the mastery of many instruments, including keyboards, and percussive instruments. At one point, he wrote a composition for a song where all the artists could only hear one other track and themselves, and he "mixed" the various parts together to create an advanced jazz composition. It was sheer genius. He taught his daughter to listen to the world-- everything makes music, chimes, the wind, everything.
He was a young man possessed by what seemed to me a great talent that was a huge huge monkey on his back. His savant genius didn't allow him to lead a normal life -- he was always consumed by music whatever he was doing. And towards the end I believe this energy had literally worn him out from the inside out. It destroyed him and left him a shell of the man he was. But this bright white light had to burn so he could contribute to the world and lead in new frontier-- part of the group of musicians that were pushing the boundaries of the definition of music genre.
It was discovered that he was suffering from mental illness. Could that have been a treatable illness today? Possibly? But I don't think Jaco would have traded a minute of it for the beautiful experiences he had in his short life. It was known among his friends that he was being very self destructive. At a point, I kind of resent the so-called friends especially the ones he pulled into stardom from Florida. When one guy was taking him home right before he died, and found out he was sleeping in the park, why didn't he offer up his house? I know I would offer up my small place if someone that important in my life was on the brink.
One more point I need to make is I also hold large blame for the music business itself-- almost never run by musicians themselves but businesspeople with ice in their veins. The way they treat people I don't understand how they can look at themselves in the mirror. When Jaco didn't make a Chuck Mangione style Top 40 hit CBS got mad and tore up his contract. They didn't give a trappers dam about his life or well-being.
He was a beast, a beacon, and example of the best and worst of humans all in one form. While he achieved the heights of international stardom he ended up being beaten to death in Miami, previously bloodied and unrecognizable from yet another recent fight he'd been in. God rest you Jaco, you now are part of the music of the Heavens. And we still hear you.