The Big Bad Wolfman brought a sense of genuinely making the movie "American Graffiti" feel like 1962 Without the 2500hz of boarder blastin rock n roll, the Wolfman accompanied many *back seat bashins'" , tears on pillows, pains in hearts, and a lifetime of Rock n Roll music to the young hearts of the "greatest generation" through the radios of their road hogging, masculine chrome and steel machines, lead sleds, hot rods, and even pops' Packard.
The Wolfman, although not a "negro", as African Americans were called in these days, he enjoyed that most of America (before his facial identity was know to the world in "American Graffiti") thought he was in fact black, and he deeply signified with African American culture, and their soul they have when their spirits are elevated. He also enjoyed taking advantage of white audiences finding a "taboo" in listening to his broadcast, and also this meant since he was considered African American, his voice also found its way through their speakers and
in to their cars, home stereos, and under-pillow transistor radios. A man very in-tune with the young generation at the time, their tastes, and their humor. White or black, boy or girl, you loved the Wolfman. Dig it? Daddy. "Sticky little mothers, aren't they?" -Wolfman Jack Without the Wolfman teaching alot of cool cats, and Kute Kitty's how to rock, they would've never rolled, without the Wolfmans bop, they would've never strolled. Without the Wolfman, they all would've had the summer time blues, their tootie wouldn't have been fruity, and great balls
would've never caught fire. Don't step on my blue suede shoes, get gone dad. Wolfman is boss, dig it? Or get lost.
Wolfmans gonna find your ears, no matter the cost. Mercy baby! Have some soul! Good golly miss Molly! "aaaaahhhhhoooooooowwwwwwwwwhhhhhh" rOCK AND ROLLLL YOUR SELF TO DEATH BABY. r.i.p Wolfman, radio sure went downhill after your time..