Someone once said half of Jim Walrod is better than double anybody else. What I know for sure is that no Jim at all is rotten, fucked up and really really sad. He died a few days ago, and we all lost a great guy. I’ve never met anyone as generous as Jim. Or as broadly knowing. Or as present. This photo is from a Moss party in 2003. It’s Jim and one of his Beastie Boys, and it sort of says it all–Jim, rapt, taking it all in, and sharing it. He was everywhere.