Johnny Ray was the last of the pop singers to appeal to the bobby-soxer crowd pre-Elvis and rock and roll. His trademark was a sort of a catch in his voice that was supposed to show just how emotionally committed to the song he was.
If-a your sweet-a-heart
Sends a letter…
He also did a song called Lucky Old Sun that any self-respecting Deadhead will recognize.
“Cry,” sung by Johnny Ray, and “Crying,” by Roy Orbison are completely different songs.
According to Lester Bangs’s Creem history of Rock (which I read in paperback sometime in the 1970s), before Rock ‘n’ Roll made the scene, “the closest thing to excitement was being generated by a histrionic cabaret singer named Johnny Ray.”
I think the reason why he’s considered to rate a footnote in Rock prehistory is that he drew crowds of teenyboppers/bobbysoxers who went gaga over him, thus prefiguring Beatlemania. I think there was even a riot at the site of one of his appearances. Since Ray had grown up hearing-impaired, he was able to release his frustration and rage at life in general by crying in every performance. Women had never seen a man dare to weep and sob openly before, so that novelty alone must have given them one hell of a frisson.