As my record player's still broken, I'm going through a patch of revisiting old CDs from the 90s.
This morning I've been listening to:
Don Byron Plays the Music of Mickey Katz (Nonesuch, 1993); and
Sad Life by Ivo Perelman (Leo, 1996).
The Perelman is nice to revisit: one of the best records from that 90s free jazz revival. It's got a strong emotional kick that I don't get from similar records at the time by e.g. Charles Gayle.
The Byron is as silly as I remember it: what an odd concept for an album, rendered only stranger with the passage of three decades.
Strangely, it still sounds more satisfying and authentic to me than the various Zorn jazz / klezmer combinations that came in its wake, which I didn't really take too (Live in Sevilla excepted).