Pulled out this record to blast off some Monday morning cobwebs today and started tracing back my history with it. Back in college I used to visit a bookstore that would have boxes of $1 jazz records on the ground. We’d go in there and dig like crazy, and I’d be pulling minty CTI and ECM records like nobody’s business. The ECM stuff was mostly lost on me for another decade and a half (now I’m a fiend for it), but one that blew me away was Nice Guys by the Art Ensemble of Chicago. The next year, my then-GF and now wife bought me Roscoe Mitchell’s Sound on Delmark - I was officially hooked on tracking down stuff from the AACM / Delmark / Art Ensemble crew and I’m still afflicted today. These days it’s much harder to find incredible stuff in gorgeous condition for a buck - and I cringe these days when I see boxes of vinyl on the ground because my back will feel it for the next week - but there’s just something about the sense of history that goes along with our records that really sticks with us diehards forever, isn’t there?