Elsewhere, I posted about Leonard Feather's liner notes for a BN Thad Jones/Mel Lewis compilation, in which he simply couldn't find enough adjectives to describe them. You would hope that a writer of liner notes would be enthusiastic about the music, but Lenny almost sounds like he's being held hostage here:
"...In 1965, at the Village Vanguard, a child was born. In almost a decade that has elapsed, his cries have been heard and received with elation wherever true jazz has been heard. Never has a youngster been more prodigious in his ability to communicate in the universal language of music. I would like to believe that the recordings of this orchestra will find their way into every library of music, every college music department, every connoisseur's collection, whether he grew on Basie or Brubeck or the Beatles or Herbie Hancock. There just aren't any greater sounds being created by any musical organization.
"Am I overextending myself in my praise? Listening to these four sides you will be convinced that if anything the case is being understated."