Heart-crushing news that Jimmy‘s gone. He was a close friend for almost 40 years. Nobody had more pure fun in life, or worked harder to share it with others. He lived true to his songs, and he was writing with joy until the end, tweaking the final cuts on a new album. Jimmy had one gear: moving at the speed of light, even in flip-flops. He was, literally and exuberantly, all over the map. Richly talented, wonderfully generous, and wildly passionate about the places he cherished – peaceful islands and harbors where he transported everyone who loved his music. Still he was happiest on stage, whether it was a bar in Key West or center field at Fenway Park. I’d like to think that somewhere is a pristine stretch of Caribbean beach where we still might find – propped against a palm tree — a fly rod and a Martin guitar. And, riding the waves, a familiar bionic pirate on a long board, grinning about all the cool shit he got away with. I’ll miss you, JB. Millions will. Thanks for the laughs, the adventures, and the unforgettable sound track.

– Carl Hiaasen