This song started my lifelong love of 50s music. This stuff just makes you feel good and wish you were in love.
When I was 10, I heard this song for the first time – a good 10 years, perhaps 15, after it was released. It was the earworm to end all earworms. I immediately became entranced with 50s music. My mother enjoyed it, because I was discovering the music of her glory years.
I knew all the lyrics to all of them. Indeed, I married the first man I met who knew all the words to J. Frank Wilson & the Cavaliers Last Kiss.
A few years later, American Graffiti came out as well as Happy Days. It was easier than ever for me to get my hands on 50s music. K-Tel had several collections to sell me, but try though I might, I couldn’t get Angel Baby.
What wonderful times we live in and I’m thinking of Youtube when I say that.
I’m celebrating finding the speaker cable to the computer by strolling down memory lane in a place I never lived.
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I remember my female cousins, who were quite a bit older than I listening to this and lots of other 50s and early 60 songs on the radio and record player. My parents listened to 40s stuff and I was too young to turn on the radio so I only got doses of it when I was at their house. Great stuff. Some of the earliest music I learned.
Thanks for posting that Furry. I might have never heard that song again.
It’s about time for another revival. It was just plain, ol’ fun music.