"Ya, dis is da Wolfman comin' atcha! Get nekkid! Awooooooooooooo!"

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To assist his radio listeners in understanding his words and music, Dr. Hepcat wrote and published his own dictionary, The Jives of Dr. Hepcat, which has become a collector's item among folklorists and fans. This is how Dr. Hepcat would describe his intentions to get a job, avoid the police, earn some money, get his hair straightened, buy some shoes, drive down the street, and sweet talk a good-looking woman: "If I had a pony to ride, I'd domino the nabbers, cop some presidents, gas my moss, and maybe get togged with some beastly ground smashers. Then I'd mellow to puff down the stroll where I'd motivate my piecechopper to latch onto a fly delosis."

couples rubbing against each other in drunken, snaky dances

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James Cotton would recall the Waters band being booed when they opened for Vaughan at Washington’s Howard Theater—but at the rowdier rock ’n’ roll shows, Waters did just fine. This was a time when Wolfman Jack was broadcasting from the Mexican border, and one of his typical segments would segue from Bob B. Soxx and the Blue Jeans singing “Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah” to Jerry Lee Lewis’s “Great Balls of Fire,” then into a rap that would go something like: “Here’s Elmore James and his funky-funky slide guitar. Makes me want to get naked every time I hear it, baby…and I wantcha to reach over to that radio, darlin’, right now, and grab my knobs!”

Goat-gland transplants were 'blasphemous, pornographic and obscene'

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There was music in the cafés at night and revolution in the air well into the 1950s, especially when the doc’s old seat at the microphone passed to Bob Smith of Brooklyn, New York. The great Señor Wolfman found XERA (now XERF) pretty much the same old playpen. “All you had to do was file one form sheet,” he said, “run the National Hour every Sunday night, and pay your taxes, and the Mexicans would let you do whatever the hell you wanted.” For a while on the air as a sort of homage to Brinkley he peddled jars of pellets called Florex. (“You know, maybe the marriage is getting a little stale in the naughty department. Well, one of these pills in mama’s orange juice…”) More important, he was Brinkley’s spiritual disciple, giving the world an earful of the unexpected: “We gonna rock your soul with a steady roll and pay our dues with the BLUES!” It started with “the Chess sound” out of Chicago—records by Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, Little Walter—and exploded from there. Across the continent Wolfman Jack, Fat Daddy Washington, Magnificent Montague, and other border-blaster DJs of the new generation spread the music that mainstream American radio tried to wish away: hard-core blues and R & B, Clyde McPhatter, Hank Ballard, Joe Turner, the Platters, the Clovers…

            

Daddy Rabbit with the do-rag habit, Ice Cube Slim in his pork pie brim.

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The 1950s were the glory days for the signifying spin doctors, who seemed to be on the air everywhere. There was Doctor Hep Cat in Austin, Texas; two Doctor Jives in New York City and another one in Durham, North Carolina; Doctor Daddy-O in New Orleans and Houston; Doctor Jazzmo in Shreveport, Louisiana; Doctor Bop in Columbus, Ohio; and Doctor Feelgood in Atlanta. In addition, the country's black appeal outlets were the launching pads for Jocko and Hot Rod, Jocky Jack and Joltin' Joe, Moohah and Gatemouth, Honeyboy and King Bee, Butterball and Spiderman, Sugar Daddy, Daddy Deep Throat, and Daddy Rabbit, Satellite Poppa and Poppa Stoppa, Ravin' Ramon and Rockin' Leroy, Alley Cat and King Kong, the Black Pope and Prince Omar, Lord Fauntleroy and Sir Walter Raleigh, Genial Gene and Frantic Ernie, Jive Master Kolb, and Jack Walker the Pear-Shaped Talker.