When I first heard Jim Pepper at a loft (110 Bowery), invited by my longest associate in music, master drummer Bob Moses, I said what the heck is that? The sound was GIGANTIC; the arpeggios were amazing, the intensity and emotion unmistakable. Coltrane and Ayler were obvious influences, but Jim’s singular unique approach to music was legendary. As I got to know Jim and play with him, the gentle and sweet side of his personality prevailed. He had been around the block so to say, but music was always first. Hearing him play “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes” or in this case “Ruby My Dear” made me want to cry. It was an honor to have known him.