who - - is - - that?

Looks like a 1960s Marvel comics superhero.

the music can't possibly be as good as the costume.

Oh, there are many even more dazzling pics of this gentlemen. Let's see if some of the other boys remember him.

Dr. John, the Night Tripper?

That face, that face....... Does the name, perchance, have 8 letters, start with an "L" and end in an "e"?

LOL. No, that's not Liberace. Not Dr. John, either. I do believe he's from your neck of the woods, Carl; although he spent a whole lot of time in, and wrote about, South Florida.

not perchance the Moody Blues? Or have I been Creamed?

He's a Georgia boy who made it big. He also gave Elvis his first two sets of rhinestone stage clothes. Elvis liiiiked.
I'm hiring him for a job here on the blog - link presenter.

Rooster Cockburn?

Jack Valenti?

I thought I had at least seen every rock star, but you have totally stumped me.

Stumped. Reminds me of Gary Glitter, but I dunno if it is he...

Wayne Cochran

Hallelujah. Crackerboy got it.
I thought this was going to be so easy!

Saw Wayne quite a few times. He was the white James Brown. If I remember correctly he either wrote or co-wrote "The Last Date", which was covered by Pearl Jam. He always had a great band. Jaco Pastorious, argually the best basses that ever lived, played with him. There's an excellent guitar player out here in Texas by the name of Kenny Cordray that used to play in a band I managed, who once played with Wayne. Kenny also was a co-writter of "Francine", a big song for ZZ Top in the 70's.

Here's how hip I am :-). He and his band, the C.C. riders, appeared in "C.C. Ryder", the film classic starring Joe Namath and Ann-Margaret. I believe he sang "Too Hot to Handle", but I could be wrong about that. He was no Otis Redding, but kicks Black Crows ass.

So there, Cracker!

Beneath R's cool, intelligent exterior lies secret pompadour info.

I gotta hand it to you. Donnah; I showed those pics around here to anyone who would look and we were all stumped.

Donnah,

Who could forget any singer who could deliver a line like "Hip-shakin' mama, I love you!" and get away with it?

Another white-soul favorite of mine from the era: Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels.

Notice where I'm going with the Ryder/Rider theme?

Neither do I.

Know the name, but not that pompadour. Great puzzle.

In another thread, Carl had asked what I was listening to in '66. We went on vacation that year to Lookout Mtn in Tennessee, so I had a peg to go to for musical memories. I remembered sitting on a bunk listening to "Help Me, Rhonda" and "Last Kiss." Looking around, the photos I found of Wayne Cochran could not be ignored. ;)

He still lives in this area, and for the past couple of decades has been a minister.

That first pic was too good not to set as my desktop theme on my computer.

At work.

LOL. It's an arresting photo.
I'm going with the assumption that he's an extrovert.

Donnah:
Has anyone else mentioned that there is something rather, uh, "disturbing" about these photos? That pomapdour gave me bad dreams last night, like a redneck Rocky Horror scene, or like that creepy character "the Cowboy" in that nightmarish movie "Mulholland Drive", from a few years ago.

Can't seem to get that image out of my mind.....

"Redneck Rocky Horror." That's funny. A cross betweem Rocky with his platinum hair and gold lame, and Frankenfurter with his extreme extrovertism. What a showstopper!

Mulholland Drive- geez I watched that one a few times. My favorite part is the scene on the sound stage with the girl lip-synching Linda Scott. The two characters, the director and the actress, make eye contact. It's the pivotal scene really, after that nothing in the movie is real.