Wednesday, February 3, 2016
The Day the Music Died
In 1959 a small airplane crashed into an Iowa field just minutes after takeoff. Aboard that plane, one of music's greatest vocalists and visionaries. A cold blizzard scuttled across the wreckage, obscuring it; the silence was deafening. Back at home, a beautiful wife carried his child, yet grief would take the child as well. He wasn't just a rocker, he was a composer. A Mozart. But most of the world saw him as a stuttering clown in black-framed glasses. Buddy Holly, RIP.
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I am so old, I remember that day.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful you--you're not old at all! But what's cool is you heard all the great music as it happened. Love it!
DeleteI was eight years old, but remember it well. The day the music died.
ReplyDeleteI've always gotten the chills thinking about it. It seems so fated.
DeleteI was in a band at school (who wasn't). We played Buddy Holly, Gene Vincent, and Eddie Cochrane. I think my preference was for Buddy Holly.
ReplyDeleteEveryone you listed is great, but I'll agree that Holly was the best.
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