Ten days after and 13.5 miles west of where I was born, a 28-year-old singer from Michigan walked into a Manhattan recording studio.

He was about to help launch a genre of music that would be a point of contention between a baby boy in Flushing and his parents.

The singer was Bill Haley, and on April 12, 1954, he and His Comets recorded “Rock Around the Clock,” the first really popular rock-and-roll song. Until then, genres such as country, blues and jazz were picking around the edges of what would become the dominant form of popular music in the late 20th century.

As Haley was recording “Rock Around the Clock”:

— 19-year-old recent high school graduate Elvis Presley was trying to get Sun Records in Memphis to use him in recording sessions

— 10-year-old Mick Jagger was moving with his parents away from his childhood buddy, Keith Richards

— 12-year-old Carol Klein of Brooklyn was in junior high, years after she skipped first grade and years before she changed her name to Carole King to perform with her friend, Paul Simon.

— and, in the British port city of Liverpool, four tweens and early teens were beginning to get interested in a musical world that they would revolutionize a decade later.

None of this was remotely imaginable in 1954, where band singers like Patti Page and Perry Como still topped the charts. Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby were still active stars, although both were getting more involved with movies: Sinatra won an Oscar for best supporting actor for “From Here to Eternity” eight days before I was born.

My parents, who loved singers like Sinatra, Tony Bennett and Ella Fitzgerald, were not totally antagonistic toward rock. My Dad bought me the “Meet the Beatles” album shortly after the group’s famed appearance, 60 years ago this week, on “The Ed Sullivan Show.” I think Mom came around to realize that Lennon and McCartney were amazing song writers.

But, perhaps like I am with a lot of what I hear now from younger people, they didn’t really have the patience for rock and roll. So I was late to discover a lot of the great music of the ’60s and ’70s – I found a lot of it in college and my early adulthood, thankfully.

And, truth be told, neither I nor my parents really liked Elvis.