If memory serves me correct I believe Jaco was in part sleeping rough in NYC around the time of this production.
Heart rending really. Never is there a truer maxim, 'When you laugh the whole world laughs with you, when you cry you cry alone'.
It's all about context: everything always is. In retrospect my guess is a lot of young players won't get what the fuss was about but this footage features a genius talent already set on an irretrievable tragic course. He was on the cusp of being snuffed out and in part he craved it for some blessed relief from his demons.
For me he was an absolute beast on the instrument. A monster player and a cool cat. The best.