“You look like an angel. Your smile is divine.”
Imagine being young and in love and its America and its the middle 1950s, an innocent, bountiful future gently pulling you along. The Clovers gifted us all a doo-wop classic, an enchanting tune of love in bloom and lasting happiness uncertain, a harmonious melodious refrain that transports us back to the very start of rock and roll, when time was not as long but much much deeper.
“Devil or angel dear, whichever you are, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.”
I miss doo-wop.
Born too late.