Hey! Found my new new third-favorite concert movie!

Slide down a row, whatever was just below "Stop Making Sense" and "Storefront Hitchcock"! Make way for the insertion of this awesome 1960 movie about both the 1958 Newport Jazz Fest and its audience. Sweet.

The movie shows performances from bands of jazz's heyday, a sampling of what was hip at the time, a bit of what jazz was turning into, and a taste the stuff that would ultimately replace it as the cool music of the day: Louis Armstrong to Thelonius Monk to Chico Hamilton to Chuck Berry. And it's all shot on grainy, streaky, analog film, with sound sync issues and a complete lack of sweeping shots of a flag waving, shirtless, chanting crowd - because every person in the audience there was sitting in an assigned wooden chair and drinking a beer or nodding along smartly in stylish-but-casual 1958 attire, always holding the dope just out of frame and generally behaving like someone having a pre-groovy time. And Mahalia Jackson's ending is just awesome - nearly made me want to take up Jesus, for a minute or so.