Because then I could have a real crush on this boy.
Aside from playing in one of my favorite TV Westerns (perhaps you remember him from this post) and doing a dang good job for being only 12 years old when he started, he has a voice that stopped me in my tracks (maybe because the youngest artist I listen to is in his 30s—whatever). He's adorable!
'50s teen pop was something completely alien to me before I looked up Johnny Crawford (aka Mark McCain from The Rifleman). But I found this song and fell in love with it. It's completely different from the norm; and it's strangely soothing. Like the nostalgia that swings in with Sinatra.
Weekend somewhat less romantic than you'd hoped? Give this a try :)