I brought my lovely wife to a Braxton concert a couple of years ago. He had been an artist in residence at the University of Wisconson-River Falls, and this concert was the culmination. I had played some Braxton in the house before, mostly the standards stuff and some of the 70s Arista quartet LPs, but nothing was to prepare her for what was to come.
The band was the quite nearly competent UWRF college jazz band. [Granted, anyone playing Braxton's scores would have a bit of a time.] There was very little soloing from the band. The head of the department did a bit of soloing and directing the group with Mr. Braxton. He brought his alto and sopranino.
Braxton would divide the band in a "this half and that half" fashion and hold up cards with composition numbers on them. I still have the program around somewhere. For a couple of the performances, there were at least a half dozen of his numbered works performed at the same time.
My wife has pretty open ears, but I must say that this proved to be her limit. She nearly got up and left! She was nice enough to tell me this on the ride home, rather than at the show.
I went back and met Mr. Braxton. The person ahead of me in the queue had a copy of the orchestras Arista box and he remarked that he hadn't seen one of them for years.
When I introduced myself, I made some knowledgeable comment about how I enjoyed his comments on the Second Vienisse School of composers in his Tri-Axium Writings. He was quite nice. He asked if I was a musician, and I replied "no, just a listener." His reply was "well we are all musicians in one way or another."
A lovely sentiment. He was indeed wearing a cardigan sweater.