This phenomenon happens to me too, and also — as Hank Shteamer writes — with pianist Andrew Hill. Last year, Vijay Iyer's take on "Smoke Stack" led me back to my $5 secondhand copy of the original (the newer CD reissue, with an alternate take of "Smoke Stack"). Around the same time, I stumbled upon a copy of the solo album Hommage (1975, reissued 2005) in the NPR library. Then I remembered I had bought the abstract Dreams Come True, a 2008 release of a 1993 Hill duet session with Chico Hamilton, and never gave it a full spin. Around that time, I realized I was going to meet Bobby Hutcherson at the NEA Jazz Masters ceremony, and revisited the vibraphonist's fantastic Dialogue, featuring Hill's piano and tunes. And then I discovered some bootlegs ...
Does anybody else get these obsessive listening fixations? [Dark Forces Swing Blind Punches: Listening jag: Motian, Malaby and related]