This is the musical equivalent of, I don't know, something really viscerally pleasurable. Really. Visceral.
Tom in grad school--not Tom but another Tom--introduced me to Johnny Burnette ... it was either '91 or '92, because I was over at his house watching the Pens in the Stanley Cup finals. (Now what's got me thinking about that?).
It's a shame that rock & roll went so wrong so early while Gene Vincent, Eddie Cochran, and Johnny Burnette are all but forgotten.
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