Steve, you continue to make my point for me: earlier you claimed this was not a "humdrum" album but now you admit that "this is one of many non-desert-island discs". Let's tally up the score, eh? You totally forgot you owned this or what it sounds like. After listening to it again, you admit it isn't great (ie not a desert island disc). Your defense of Marlowe Morris amounts to: well, that's how organ jazz sounded in those days! Or "their styles may not strike a chord with all listeners today at ANY moment" and you include yourself in this group. This is hardly a ringing affirmation of how wonderful it sounds. Remember my post that you were reacting to?
The things you are saying now are not terribly different from my initial reaction above: you forgot what it sounded like or that you owned it; you don't think it is a desert island disc; and admit a lot of people aren't all that impressed with Morris, including yourself.
The fact is nobody is running out to complete their collections of pre-Jimmy Smith organ jazz. I am not aware of any Marlowe M fan clubs. Many of those players, including Marlowe Morris, were used to creating a wall of sound, had trouble adapting their solo playing to the needs of an ensemble and tended to overwhelm and muddy up what the other players were doing. The author of the Mosaic booklet admits as much about Morris in the booklet. In my opinion Morris is even worse than Basie or Waller on the organ, sounding like a cross between a carnival and a late 50's ice rink. But that's one man's opinion: don't let that stop you from spending your time lost in admiration of Marlowe Morris' organ recordings...