Wolfman Jack: What’s Happenin’, Jack?!

WAS HE BLACK? Was he white? Was he young? Was he old? Was he human? Until the seventies he was just a disembodied croak, howling and wheezing at the end of the AM radio dial over the length and breadth of the States from across the border, laying down gutbucket music for four hours a night after the good folks had gone to bed. Everyone had their own picture of Wolfman Jack; only recently, after some 15 years at the mike, did he emerge from the Mexican Undergrowth to become the most listened-to dee-jay in the world.