Rick James — The Confessions of Rick James “Memoirs of a Super Freak”

Jeesus. You can’t accuse James of false advertising, although you could have probably charged him with just about anything else, at anytime, and it would have stuck.

It was hard to keep from copy editing James’ autobiography as I read along. Although after a while, the awkward repetition of sentences and entire paragraphs began to seem like part of the experience. It was easy to imagine him telling a story and adding the same crazy bit several times in a row.

Me: “Um, Rick, you just said that.”

The imaginary Rick James that lives in my head: “Cocaine’s a hell of a drug.”

The most interesting part of the book for me was the Zelig-like way James was involved with so many of the people and bands that came to embody the late-’60s rock scene. Who knew?

Rest in peace, super freak.


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