This article was originally published by FYIMusicNews.

I was clearing space in the basement and came across a box of cassettes from my original Jazz Report radio show at CIUT-FM some 34 years ago. Among the interviews is a spirited exchange with Canadian jazz icon Moe Koffman in 1986.

Koffman was 56 at the time and with an eye on the future. The prosperous studio scene was declining as advances in digital technology were surreptitiously expelling musicians. Koffman took it in stride and began to focus more on live performances and recordings.

Like so many young players, I called on him for the occasional gig at George’s Spaghetti House. Over the next decade, we grew to know each other quite well. I always admired his work ethic; few could match his daily practice sessions and commitment to the business. One thing about Koffman that stood above the rest was that he lived and breathed music. If there was a new kid on the block, Koffman would show up to watch and absorb. If he thought something was slipping past him, he’d run home and practice.

This is a rather lengthy conversation, but it’s worth it. Koffman was one of the finest Canadian jazz musicians of all time, and to this day he deserves thought and reflection.