"But the important thing about Bix was that when he really played like he felt, he gave listeners a thrill they still remember. If you listen to any of his better records, you get a sensation like watching a man compose a beautiful poem." That sounds about right to me and makes up for the silliness in the rest of this article. It's why people are still talking, writing and, most importantly, listening to Bix 86 years after his death.
Ironically, both Frankie Newton and Red Norvo always struck me as particularly sensitive artists; instead of the two sides this author cited, I'd check out Newton's "The Blues My Baby Gave to Me" and Norvo's "Dance of the Octopus."