... he had an heart-attack and died in La Jolla, California, on July 26th, 2013.
How I loved his laid-back music: own ALL his discs and listened to them several times, fondly... he represented for yours truly "America" long before going to USA, several times: the broad, blue skies, freedom, the highways and the back-porch playing and smoking and chatting and drinking with friends in the unknown, deepest province... not Americana, an undefined pout-pourri of B-movies cliches, but truest, living America... love, hauling, unfearful of moving and changing life and experiences.
Does it still exist or is it a romantic idea, now superseded by crisis and global wars.
R.I.P. dear J.J. and thanks for giving the world your music, spanning decades of world changes, faithful to your soul...