My attitude towards the music I listen to mimics my book collection. Spoilt with too many options, I struggle to make a choice when the time for consumption comes.
I heard of Roy Hargrove in brief dispatches in the past. Chanced on his music or collaborations without paying much attention. He died suddenly, and his demise flooded my timeline, and I had to acquaint myself with his albums. The man was so busy that his discography was packed. I felt ashamed for coming late to the party.
It is quite amazing how much of an influence Gwen Ansell is on what pops up on my playlist. I first encountered Sis Gwen (as she is popularly called) over a decade ago as a regular reader of South African weekly papers.