The film was scored by Eric Liebman and also includes two songs by Jason Crigler.
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Life. Support. Music. redefines the “family film.”
In August 2004, Jason Crigler, one of New York City’s most sought-after guitarists, suffered a brain hemorrhage during a concert in Manhattan. That night at the hospital, the doctors told Jason’s family—if he makes it through the night, there won’t be much left of him. Jason’s wife, Monica, pregnant at the time, froze. “Everything completely stopped. I forgot all about the pregnancy. I think I left my body. I remember thinking, ‘This cannot be true. I cannot go on without Jason.’”
Days passed, and Jason’s family was forced to accept the new dark reality at hand. But they refused to accept the dark future described by doubtful doctors. So in the face of wrenching despair and horrifying odds, the Criglers made a resolution—Jason will make a full recovery. And thus began the long, grueling, implausible and mystifying journey chronicled in Life. Support. Music.
I knew Jason before this tragedy struck. He wasn’t one of my closest friends, but he was one of my favorite people. Funny as hell, warm and wise. A wildly talented musician. I was in Connecticut when I got a call—“Jason’s in the hospital. It’s touch and go.” My girlfriend and I hopped on a train and a few hours later I was looking down at Jason on a hospital bed. He looked awful. He had a hole in his skull. Tubes everywhere. Dozens of friends were lingering in the halls. All we could do, it seemed, was to keep hugging each other.
The filmmaking didn’t begin then. No one considered it. Jason’s family was in shock. Everyone was.
It was many months later that the Criglers called me and said, “We were going to write a book about this whole saga, but we think a documentary might be better. Are you interested?”
Of course I was. For months, I’d been in the email loop, receiving occasional updates about Jason’s condition, Monica’s pregnancy, the surgeries, the setbacks, and all the other aching news. But these updates, sent by the Criglers to their vast web of friends, were more than just informational. They were illuminated by the family’s intense optimism. There was an incandescent love in these letters, in these people. This misfortune, it seemed, had created, or uncovered, something splendid.
That, I thought, will be the story. Amidst the heaps of suffering, I’ll focus on this beautiful and shining optimism. I’ll search for the source of the family’s strength, the seed of their unwavering faith. This will be a love story.
Of course, I underestimated the entire thing.