“That’s what’s the matter with you all, you satisfied sitting in one place. You got to move on down the road from where you sitting.”

Chicago 1927.  The city where you keep out of Al Capone’s way while you listen to Louis Armstrong. While Prohibition-era speakeasies dispense illicit hooch and rip-roaring jazz, a bunch of musicians sit around a recording studio, chewing the fat while they await the arrival of Blues legend, Ma Rainey. What do they talk about? Just the usual stuff: family histories, racism, love, the meaning of life. And, in wildcat trumpeter Levee’s case, the burning desire to change the world with his music.