Allan Suchinsky

Showtime in the ’50s began daily when I turned on the radio to hear “Dig man, the Hound” and the rapturous “Big Heavy.” The Man had arrived and the day just got so much better. One can never forget the jive, the cool, and the music issuing forth from the Dog’s shows, whether from the studio or the Zanzibar Lounge. The laments for the late Johnny Ace were sincere and the rockin’ was endless. My friend Marvin flipped hearing the Hound play “Cornbread” Singer’s “Hot Rod.” So he purchased a copy and played it loud and endlessly over and over again. Drove his mother nuts. The memories are great; the music and the man were greater.