I never got to see him in Detroit, even when I lived in a loft behind Burt’s Jazz Marketplace. A friend who DJ’d at the Rochester Institute of Technology NPR station in NY introduced me to Roy Hargrove’s Crisol back in the 90s. Habana is still one of my favorite albums today. (It’s fun to listen for the guy cough between 29 and 32 seconds into Oh Ma Seh Yeh! It’s one of my tests for a quality reproduction system.) I’m sad to see him go. And so young!
