I literally craved to remember the melody in my head for an hour or so, when I had a brief flash in my head and queued Woody Shaw’s Cassandranite. You should have felt that relief when Baloo Baloo kicked in. My granpa used to go mental when he couldn’t remember the names of people and stuff so he scribbled names & dates everywhere from empty spaces on newspapers to notebooks full of words with no context. I guess he had OCD or something. I should prepare something for my senility though, else I’ll chop me head off with all those melodies & band names to remember. Enjoy, this is from 1965.