"She was my baby, 'til he stepped in. Good-bye to romance that might have been."
-- Felice and Boudleaux Bryant
1957 marked the year I entered the double-digit age group. I wasn't really into music in any big way yet, but remember "Round and Round" by Perry Como, "In the Middle of An Island" by Tony Bennet and "Marianne" by Terry Gilykson and the Easy Riders (my sister's name was Mary Ann). Obviously I was still heavily influenced by my parents' television viewing ("Your Hit Parade"). The rock and roll I remember hearing at the time was mostly Elvis and The Everly Brothers -- "Bye, Bye Love" was an early favorite (see "Best Song" award). While American Bandstand was becoming a national phenomenon that fall, I was oblivious -- as a preteen my interests were more focused on baseball and basketball. My early interest in becoming a "singer" had been squelched during my 4th grade chorus auditions -- my efforts to duplicate the notes the music teacher plunked out on the piano were far from successful. For the most part I was unaware of the music revolution going on around me. I often wish I had a DeLorean I could jump into and go back ala Marty McFly and experience the rapid succession of new sounds coming out of the a. m. radio stations of the day. By the time I tuned in years later, these songs were already considered "oldies" classics.