Rock and roll has a birth certificate, and the name on it isn't the one most people were taught. Sister Rosetta Tharpe was distorting a guitar and testifying over it before Elvis ever picked one up. Chuck Berry wrote the blueprint. Little Richard screamed the genre into existence. The industry took the sound, put a different face on the poster, and sold the world a story where the originators were a footnote. Black Rock Star isn't a tribute. It's a correction.