On a cold winter's night a small private plane took off from Clear Lake, Iowa bound for Fargo, N.D. It never made its destination.
When that plane crashed, it claimed the lives of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, J.P. "Big Bopper" Richardson and the pilot, Roger Peterson. Three of Rock and Roll's most promising performers were gone. As Don McLean wrote in his classic music parable, American Pie, (annotated) it was "the day the music died."
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He changed the face of music forever
Brought rock and roll into fashion
Clean cut image and charismatic talent
With spectacles and tousled hair
He showed how the Little Guy
Can become a Giant amongst men
He sang straight from his heart
With dynamic movement and rhythm
Electrifiying the audience
With scintillating style
This Texas bred and born son
Took the World by storm
Buddy Holly and the Crickets
With their distinctive unique sound
Peggy Sue had us Bopping
That'll Be The Day we sang with joy
True Love Ways had us Swooning
As we Raved On through the Night
Cut short by the Hand Of Fate
When just in his prime
Angels smile down from Heaven
As Buddy gives his Trademark Smile
............................................................................. ................................." I've told the stars you're my only love
I want to love you to tenderly
Those same bright stars in heaven above
Know now how sweet sweethearts can be
Listen to me, hear what I say
Our hearts can be nearer each day
Hold me darling, listen closely to me "
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
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It's ironic that he died in the Land of the Byrds and Bob Dylan, spawning Prince and the Purple Rain.
Ron
P.S. They are gradually replacing the concrete with trees. The possum in my back yard this morning is a hopeful sign.
Love Tinka
Paul;-)
Sage
Eileen