Definitely. And not just on this series. Dance was one of the true advocates for this type of jazz, and he understood the life it represented better than most who wrote about it. Yeah, he didn't really dig bop (although, based on his writngs in Jazz Journal International, away from American eyes, I do believe that a lot of his later antagonistic words towards bop were as much posturing to make a point as they were anything - after all, he wrote the first piece on McCoy Tyner, and it was a favorable one), but he dug how the whole organ scene evolved, and what it represented in terms of the "sociology" of it all. The cat knew, and that's more than I can say about a lot of more supposedly "sophisticated" critics.
It took me a while to realize that he was more than the Duke Ellington Pimp that my first encounters with him in the 70s led me to believe. But once I got into reading what he had to say, I realized that, yeah, Stanley Dance didn't talk about everything, didn't care about everything. And what he didn't like, he didn't like in no uncertain terms. But what he did like, he knew and knew damn well.
Stanley Dance was a motherfucker.