Man, I'll go ahead and puke anyway. That shit was just too weird. I mean, 1994, and you got cats going into a recording studio to mimic Hawk. Why? What's the aim? To let everybody know how great Hawk was? Well, in the first place, who's going to hear a side like this besides people who already know that? And in the second place, it don't make a damn how well you can mimic Hawk - he was a motherfucker if you ape him perfectly, and he was a motehrfucker if you can't play shit. The greatness of Coleman Hawkins is dependent solely on the greatness of Coleman Hawkins, if you know what I mean.
Now hey - I owe Bob Wilber a personal debt. His Music Minus One side For Saxes Only (w/him, Hilton Jefferson, Jerome Richardson, Seldon Powell, Danny Bank, Dick Wellstood, George Duvivier, & Panama Francis) was something that I got hold of when I was 14 years old, and it turned me on to a lot of shit. So I owe him for that one. But this is just too weird, and like I said, insular to the point of not being what I would consider healthy. As a one-off, yeah, ok. But if the whole album's like this....whoa.
It's geeky, that's what it is. Geekiness has it's place in the training stage of becoming a player (and that's a stage that you never finish, truth be told), but to put it on a record and make it kinda your raison d'etre? No, man, no. Life's too precious and too short.