Similar to, yes. Not a varitone, and not Stitt.
And yes, the whole late-60s/early 70s big band scene was important to me and many others my age. It was the time when the whole "stage band" movement was really beginning to flower, and if you had a band director like I did, who was (and remained) a gigging musician as well as a school teacher, it was a chance for students to expand their tastes beyond the rock of the day and for the teacher to bring some of his reality into that of the school.
Plus, there was a little mini-rennaisance of the big bands going on in the early 70s (my specific high school "era"). Ellington & Basie were still going strong (Basie was the very first live jazz I ever saw, December of 1970), Woody was playing some tasty rock-ish charts as well as getting the infusion of new, hip Broadbent/Stapleton/Klatka chartage, buddy's band was out there tearing it up, Kenton was still being Kenton, but freshly so, and of course there was Thad & Mel. And others. The traditional big-band medium was having a last, beautiful gasp of functional viability (that's just my opinion, of course).
Today, I still enjoy the stuff, even if there's not much new that interests me at all. There's more to the medium than just playing the music, there's the spirit, and now that being in a real, full-time, jazz big-band as a career is pretty much a non-opportunity, the spirit has changed. It started changing in the 70s, as the veteran road-dogs got replaced by the eager schoolkids, which was of course how it should have been, but Marshall Royal led a life totally different than somebody like Dan Higgins, and it comes through in how the music is played. both are totally valid, of course, but they are definitely different.
So, yeah - the big bands were important to me then (never mind hte actual Swing Bands, who I got a teensie taste of through my parents and their friends), and they still hold a special place in my heart, even if I think that the medium is for the most part spent. There ain't NOTHING like hearing a good one, a REAL one, one that's got miles of road and years of bus under its belt, live, either. It'll kick you in your ass (and otehr delicate areas) for a month of Sundays. But good luck finding one.