For those of us of a certain age, the sweet tones of Johnny Maestro defined an age, a time of almost-innocent love. Fronting first the Crests and then the Brooklyn Bridge, Johnny drenched us in the expectant longing of “Sixteen Candles” and swept us up in the emotional loss of “The Worst That Could Happen“. He had a truly original voice that flourished in the doo-wop environment.
Now, Johnny Maestro has died of cancer, aged 70, and we are left to enjoy his records and his appearances in the PBS Doo-Wop revival shows of the last few years. Thanks, Johnnie, for all the pleasure and for singing the songs that mirrored our lives in that different time.
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