IT’S 1957 and a little boy walks to the shop around the corner from his parents’ home in Primrose, Germiston.
A car is parked outside, doors open, music blaring from the speakers. A group of young men stand around the car, swigging from bottles of Coke and swaying to the beat of the song. Seven-year-old Alex Tebbutt has never heard the number before but he likes it so he goes over to the men.
“Who’s this singing?” he asks.
“Elvis Presley,” one guy replies. “This is Jailhouse Rock.”
And that was all it took for Alex to become
