[Joseph Jarman describes this gig.]  "Early in 1963, a tall, thin young man entered the student lounge at Wilson Jr. College with an alto saxophone in his hand.  Each Wednesday afternoon the musicians got together to play music.  Invited outsiders would sometimes come together to play with us, people like Jack DeJohnette, Steve McCall and Muhal Richard Abrams.  They were not students but they would come to help us learn how to ‘do it right.’  I had seen this kid the day before in the student lounge playing chess. Since he wasn’t very good at chess (later he became the group champ) I wondered what his saxophone playing would be like.  If the audience clapped for you after a solo it meant the solo was all right; if they didn’t, it meant go back to the practice room.  When the kid played, nobody put their hands together, but he didn’t mind the system, he just stood around looking a bit confused and a little bit hurt.  I saw him a few more times.  Here and there he would appear.  By the end of the summer he was gone, some said to the army.  Those of us who had been there said too bad."   Joseph Jarman, in Mixtery, p. 24.