it seemed to him that at some point he had gotten a little frightened and had punched one of the chrome buttons on the converter he 'd installed , but instead of fm-104 and the block party weekend he got wdil all over again , only now the disc jockey sounded crazily like alan freed , and the voice that followed was that of screamin ' jay hawkins , hoarse and chanting : 'i put a spell on youuu ... because you 're miiiiiine ... . ' and then at last there had been the airport with its foul-weather lights pulsing sequentially like a visible heartbeat .