Bobby Vinton 1962 – Roses Are Red (My Love)
The year is 1962. The landscape of American popular music is a battleground of moods: the raw energy of rock…
The year is 1962. The landscape of American popular music is a battleground of moods: the raw energy of rock…
The car radio, a dim orange glow cutting through the pre-dawn mist on the New Jersey Turnpike, was where I…
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