In the annals of rock ‘n’ roll there have been a lot of strange characters, but there probably hasn’t been anyone as bizarre as Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, and this is his story. Known mostly for a single record, I Put A Spell On You, and emerging from a coffin to perform on stage, Screamin’ Jay was a whirlwind performer, lusty singer, prolific songwriter and a man who was total stranger to the truth.
There's a certain amount of peril going into a rock 'n' roll biography: the rise-and-fall-and-rise arc of the Big Rock Bio doesn't always work out, the standards of times past can seem out of key with the current day, and if your subject is a lesser-known, lesser-documented person, it can be next to impossible to dig up compelling information. Unfortunately, "I Put a Spell on You" falls prey to a number of these shortcomings. There are some colorful episodes and characters lurking on the fringes of this story, but it's simply not enough to sustain the book.
Despite this book's subtitle, the late R&B singer-songwriter’s life was all too typical of artists of his generation.
Screamin’ Jay Hawkins made an indelible impression in the 1950s, and was then eclipsed as music leapt forward in the next decade. He had an enduring hit, but sold his publishing rights and was forced to support himself through live performance until the end of his life. He married for love; it didn’t last. His next-best-known song was a novelty number. “Constipation Blues” is about precisely what you’d think; among the truly bizarre events in Hawkins’s live was a drunken televised duet on that number with — wait for it — Serge Gainsbourg in 1983.
What the book could use more of is testimony to Hawkins’s influence. The lineage of shock rock runs straight back from Gwar to Alice Cooper to Screamin’ Jay: artists who combine extreme music with gothic stage theatrics. Thanks to Hawkins, that kind of spectacle was part of rock and roll’s DNA from the very beginning.
Still, I Put a Spell On You is welcome documentation of a great American story. We may never know exactly what that story was, but who cares? 65 years later, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins still puts a spell on us.
Disappointing. The majority of the book reads like a glorified Wikipedia entry.
Surprisingly, it seems like there is more about people that hovered into and around Hawkins’ life than there is about Hawkins. If you want a full page of background on the owner of small record label from the 60’s or a full bio on a random person that owned a night club (and the history of that club) in Kansas in the 50’s, this book is for you.
I was hoping to learn more about SJH, get some depth and context on his musicality and how and why he was attracted to the weirder and spookier side of performance art. Sadly, none of this was really to be found, instead it’s just chapter after chapter focused on how SJH did everything for money, how he always needed money and was always broke and asking for more money. Zero explanation or exploration of why he was so bad with money. It’s also mentioned in the beginning that he had 33 kids. Seems pretty interesting, right? Zero other mention of it.
Also frustrating, there seems to have been no editor or proofreader. The same sentence appears at multiple points throughout the book and this happens with several sentences several times.
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Screamin' Jay Hawkins weaved a legendary web of hyperbolic stories both true and false about who he was and where he came from, which I'm sure made writing about the man and what made him tick quite the challenge. Hawkins' life as a performer was chaotic but his claim to American music legend is simple and solid. He was a pioneering blues singer and performer, influencing rock musicians, artists, directors, and more for over five decades and his legacy lives on. Put on your reading glasses and buckle up, it's a wild ride.
A sort of sloppily thrown together bio of the big guy and his smoking skull Henry. Many were the disappointments and failures he encountered along his way, seemingly brought about mostly by himself. But he managed somehow to become a bright, shining beacon of weirdness in an era famous for it's blandness. And most frustratingly painful of all, to my mind, was to have your entire career defined by one goddamn song.
Disappointing. There are a lot of facts but the descriptions of Jay’s concerts and the music scene that shaped him are colorless and bland. I had Spotify open to play music mentioned to try to bring everything alive. And no mention of Jay’s Kids, a group of 34 or more people who were or claimed to be his illegitimate children.
A basic biography with various interviews. Scream in’ Jay Hawkins was quite a character, and talent. Also, he was very fertile, 33 children by his wives.
Screamin’ Jay Hawkings was an outrageous and troubled man. He was constantly striving for fame and riches. He frequently changed the stories he told about his life - from his childhood, to his time in the military, and even to the number of children he had. The author does a good job untangling the stories Screamin’ Jay told to provide an honest look at the singer’s life.