Please don't take this as a 'slam' of Spaulding, but:
Each night, before I go to bed, I pray that I will wake up liking (or, at least, understanding/accepting) Spaulding. Then I could thoroughly enjoy all of these otherwise-great recordings. (Well, I'm not much of a Mobley fan either, but at least I understand/accept his approach. The man articulates like he's got a mouthful of ball bearings.)
Hey, to each his/her own. It took me a while to appreciate some other players that I now REALLY love, so, perhaps, someday...
As my mother would say, more Spaulding left over for those of you who dig him!