Bump. I just rediscovered this, a day after hearing Bird Flight for the first time in ages---and wanting to strangle Phil all over again .
I used to really like Phil personally. He put me on the air with some real gentlemen of jazz during a KCR fundraiser at the West End when I was a wee lad, and was the MC on some shows I was on live from the West End. I witnessed him standing over the body of George Kelly at the funeral home, close to tears. No way to fake that stuff, and I wouldn't dream of questioning his sincerity or dedication to jazz.
But his ego did eventually get the better of him: The last time I saw Phil was at the now-closed gift shop at JALC---which he was manning. The first words out of his mouth (no 'hello, Joel) were 'Ask me something. Anything'. So I asked him about Nat Leslie, composer of Radio Rhythm for Fletcher Henderson, about whom little seems to be known. He didn't tell me anything, really. Since I was moving out of the country I volunteered to donate some old Down Beat magazines so they could sell them. He asked for a cell phone # where I could be reached, and said he would call that afternoon. Never did. OK, fair enough, I suppose.
I think Schaap is a multi-layered guy---like a lot of interesting people. Part droning, know-it-all egomaniac, part overly-solicitous worshipper of his jazz heroes. He has done tons of archival work, speed correction of recordings---on and on. I think in the final analysis that, as much of a pain that he can be jazz is fortunate to have him...