Frank Ifield was just in my memory for just a dust in gravity instant. I lived in central Texas and could only listen to the radio after all the lights were out and it was down low and against my ear. I was brought up as a holy roler and my folks didn’t cotton much to such sins of the ear. In the early evening hours I could hear the signal loud but the power was cut at the transmitter and I could hear songs and music through the static and as the sound faded in and out. This one of the song I remember.