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on September 10, 2006
A white, blonde blues singer from Beverly Hills --- yes, it could happen. But you'd have a little trouble believing he knows about broken hearts and hard times. Ted Hawkins is something else. Even if he couldn't sing, you only have to hear his life story to suspect he's among the greats.

Consider: Hawkins was born in a small Mississippi town in 1936. He never knew his father. His mother was a prostitute. As a child, Ted was abused. He was expelled from grade school, send to reform school, and, at 15, jailed. His mother died of cirrhosis. He got married; his mother-in-law had it annulled. He married again; two months later, his wife died of cancer.

While bouncing in and out of jail, he discovered the guitar. Unsurprisingly, his style was raw --- so raw that he had to wear a leather glove on his left hand to keep his fingers from bleeding. His lyrics were equally unvarnished:

Mama is dyin' and daddy is gone

I'd call the doctor but there's no telephone

Sister is cryin' and the medicine is gone

We are the lost ones, livin' all alone...

Or how about this cheerful refrain, from a song called "Sorry You're Sick":

What do you want from the liquor store?

Something sour or something sweet?

I'll buy you all that your belly can hold

You can be sure you won't suffer no more

Something tells me that the patient in this song is in no danger of getting better --- and that Hawkins is getting the right medicine for her.

The song that certifies Hawkins for me as a major blues singer is called "Happy Hour." You know: that late afternoon/early evening zone when drinks are cheap and you can --- occasionally --- set up the rest of the evening. His first chorus is benign:

Welcome to Happy Hour,

blinking on the neon sign

She won't mind,

if I stop for just one

I can still make it home in time

But then Hawkins serves up an astonishing twist:

As my eyes grow accustomed

to the smokey dim lights

I see the juke box near the door

There she is,

in another man's arms

slow dancing across the floor

That, friends, is the essence of the blues.

It would be sweet to report that when Ted Hawkins moved to Los Angeles in 1966 there was some interest in his music. There certainly could have been, for while white American musicians were tripping their brains out, Jimi Hendrix was starting to reinvent the blues. And in England, groups like Cream were re-recording classic black American blues.

Alas, it was not to be. Ted Hawkins spent decades as a busker, playing for donations on the boardwalk at Venice Beach. This did not provide an adequate income. Crime did. And so he spent more years in jail.

"Watch Your Step" is the first CD Ted Hawkins recorded that got any time of attention. Cult status followed, and more CDs. And then, just as major labels were sniffing around, he had a stroke and died. He was 58.

I love Ted Hawkins for the simple purity of his music. He plays a mean guitar, writes telling lyrics. But it's his delivery that sets him apart --- he's not bitter or dark, not "showy" or "innovative." What he has, in every song and in great abundance, is authenticity --- his songs are so embedded in his life that his listeners are knocked by the facts of his existence. To say nothing of his rough and raspy sincerity.

Is Ted Hawkins a downer? Not at all. He looks directly at life and finds Good nights, bad nights, love and betrayal --- you live them, you live through them, you go on. As a philosophy, that's refreshing and bracing. As music, it's pure joy.
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on July 10, 2000
Hard to beleive more people haven't heard of Ted Hawkins (...)
This album represents everything the early 80's wasn't. The amazing thing is that this album sat on the shelf for 10yrs before it was even released! No Disco here, this is deep soul, blues, folk, country, everything American roots music represents is encompassed in Ted's hauntingly beautiful singing and wonderfully sparse guitar playing and foot stomping. Some numbers has Ted playing with Philip Walker's band, who was the studio band for Rounder Records at the time.
Truly one of the best soul/blues/folk albums of the last 30yrs (...). This one is not to be missed. Do yourself a favor and buy it.
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on July 26, 2007
This was the first cd I heard of Ted Hawkins music. I had just broken up from a girlfriend and my best friend and I were out on the town and I crashed at his place and he played this the morning after and man this hit me like a brick. This is simply some of the best music I have ever heard. Quite a seamless mix of musical genres. Some of these will make you knod your head joyfully, some will make you wanna jump from a moving car, but hey, ain't that what all the best music does - move you?!
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on April 16, 2015
Excellent album & musician!!! It's a shame he passed away before his time. Hopefully someone finds more of his songs
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