Their harmony was clear and pure, like two streams running parallel. If this was rock 'n' roll, I was in.
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Being a teenager in Philly in the late 1950s was one of life's greater privileges and my older brother Ron and his pals sure made the most of it -- pompadours, jeans, hot rods, girls and music. Especially music.
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