It's a hot summer night in 1955 and we're in the White Hut, less for the fries dripping grease, than the juke box, which is never silent because the supply of quarters is virtually endless. Louis inserts a thumb and forefinger into a small pocket in his black leather jacket and they emerge with one of those between them. To please our girls, he plays two by Elvis, but the third is a new one, called "Saxophone Rock."

Cool sound and nice memories, you guys.

best,
mgj