J, JCale, a guitarist who taught everything there was to know to Knoplefer (is that how you spell it?), wrote "Call Me the Breeze," which I think is a masterpiece. He also said he’s quite happy that others sing his songs because that way he collects money without doing anything. It seems he knows the value of money. Even as a singer, he holds his own; "Sensitive Kind," for example. He doesn’t talk much, has an accent that swallows the o’s and half the alphabet. I adore him for his shyness and his sudden beautiful smiles. His friendship and partnership with Manolenta may seem unlikely, but they are very close (see Clapton’s film after J.J.’s death). A great man who never hustled to become a star. R.I.P J.J.!
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