Danny And The Juniors Strike Gold Twice – 53 Years Apart

“At The Hop” #1 On The Charts In 1958 And Now "First Kiss to the Last" In 2011

Philadelphia – On January 6, 1958 a teenage doo-wop quartet from Philadelphia comprising Danny Rapp, Dave White, Frank Maffei and Joe Terranova, known as Danny And The Juniors burst on the music scene as their first record, “At The Hop” displaced Pat Boone’s “April Love” to become the #1 song in the world, thus becoming one of the top-selling singles of 1958. "At the Hop" also hit #1 on the R&B and Country Music Best Sellers charts and now sits on Billboard's list of #1 records as #23 all time.

The song described the scene at a record hop, particularly the dances being performed and the interaction with the disc jockey host. It became even more prominent after it was performed by rock and roll revival act Sha Na Na at the 1969 Woodstock Festival and featured in the 1973 coming-of-age teen drama American Graffiti enabling the artists to forge a 53-year music career and allowing them to play major venues throughout the world. Although the youths charted 12 other records including the prophetic “Rock and Roll Is Here To Stay” none ever achieved the elite #1 status of their first effort.

Fast-forward 53+ years to May 23, 2011. The teens have now passed 70, and their Forevermore Music recording of “First Kiss To The Last”, sits atop the Cashbox Magazine Beach Music Charts. The song written by Joe Terry (Joe Terranova) and produced by Chris Biehler is the group’s latest effort in the Carolina Beach Music market. They began recording music for this segment in 1995 with “Stranger On The Shore” which charted on many radio stations; subsequently they had 6 more releases three of which charted in Cashbox. “Queen Of The Hop reached #32, and in 2010 they attained #3 with a John Cafferty song, “House On Fire”, paving the way for “First Kiss to the Last” to make it to the top spot.

Singer/songwriter Joe Terry Stated, “This is quite a thrill for us to be #1 again after all these years. I find it even more gratifying because since the late sixties Rock n Roll radio stations have had a policy that abandoned the playing of new music by original rock and roll artists. They just played the old hits locking out our ability to achieve continued recorded success. They disregarded our audiences who at personal appearances would always ask if we were still recording. Also, now most radio stations have even stopped playing songs previous to '64, ignoring not just us but people like Elvis, Chuck Berry and Little Richard. Thank goodness the Carolina Beach Music stations have not forsaken us.” It's fun to be #1 again.”

The song is available at http://www.forevermoremusic.com/ and other music websites.

For more info contact Joe Terry at (856) 728-1955 or email him at Terrajoe@aol.com.


Phillies' star rotation is musical inspiration February 24, 2011

CLEARWATER, Fla. - When Ruben Amaro Jr. turned into David Copperfield and pulled a giant rabbit named Cliff Lee out of a cocked hat, most of Philadelphia slept.

If you were awake just after midnight on that cold mid-December night, you spent the next couple of hours in euphoric glee, pinching yourself with the fingers on whichever hand was not feverishly surfing various baseball sites to confirm the blockbuster dropped out of the Phillies' website.

Joe Terry is an early riser. And when he flicked on the WIP (610-AM) morning show, he noticed Angelo Cataldi's voice was an octave higher, giddy as a man on laughing gas.


"Can this really be happening?" Terry asked himself, a question hundreds of thousands of Phillies fans also were asking as details of Lee's 5-year, $120 million deal unfolded.

Then the pragmatist went to work. Let the fans celebrate. What did this mean to a lyricist and rock 'n' roll icon of more than 6 decades of experience?

The wheels turned furiously, dragged by a procession of augmented thirds and flatted fifths. Already, the first words of what would become a chorus were tumbling into his head, like numbers on a combination lock.

He found a pen and grabbed the pad bookies and songwriters always keep handy.

"We've got . . . " he scrawled . . .

We've got?

"We've got four aces . . . "

Yep, and that's what the Phillies had, all right.

Four of the damnedest arms ever assembled on one pitching staff.

It was summer 1957 when Joe Terry and three other South Philly teenagers were talked into changing the name of their doo-wop band.

South Philly was to doo-wop and early rock what Paris was to grand opera.

Dick Clark, who had this raging local TV hit called "American Bandstand," thought the kids had great promise. But he wanted Danny Rapp, Joe Terry, Frank Maffei and David White to change their name from The Juvenaires to Danny and the Juniors.

White, who wrote most of the group's original lyrics, had worked on a high-energy tribute to the different dances performed on a typical "American Bandstand" show. But Dick Clark disliked the title: "Do the Bop."

"Dick told us it was a dance that wasn't going to survive," Terry said yesterday from his home in Williamstown, N.J. "He suggested we rename it 'At the Hop,' which would cover all the dances being done at the time."

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It's early March. The ballpark's still groggy, yet to dress or put on makeup, just rolling out of her winter bed. The f------ flowers are but a few forlorn purple petals. The warning track's one long puddle from the thaw. A groundskeeper, casting fertilizer across the frost-burned infield grass, pauses and looks up. They'll be surging through those gates soon, 44,000 strong, and when they do, he says, they'll make this place feel like a box.

They remember what John Smoltz said. If you ask me, they can't ever win in Philadelphia.... There's no way free-agent pitchers are going to go there.... I'm not even going to call it a baseball field.... It's a joke.

They remember what Curt Schilling said. F--- this f------ park.

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