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It’s Monday morning, summer of 1961, Evergreen Avenue in Bradley Beach, New Jersey to be exact, and the kid across the street has hauled out his record player to the front porch and is playing Curtis Lee’s “Pretty Little Angel Eyes,” over and over, far into the night, the fireflies flashing in syncopated time, stopped only by the sound of the approaching ice cream truck …
Thanks to YouTuber brianfromLI
Hadn’t heard that one in a while. I never liked the doo wop music much at the time, but it was the background music to most of my childhood. And the fireflies and summer nights.
Music has that ability to take us back in time like some kind of magic time machine…