But something touched me deep inside, the day the music died…
The thread title is a snippet from the lyrics of Don McLean’s song American Pie, about that cold February night in 1959 when a small plane crashed and killed young up-and-coming rock stars Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper (JP Richardson), and Ritchie Valens, and pilot Roger Peterson.
That was 55 years ago: 03 February 1959 was The Day The Music Died, in the wee hours of a cold winter’s morning. All were very young. Buddy Holly was only 22, JP Richardson was 28, and Ritchie Valens was 17. Pilot Roger Peterson was 21.
The plane was chartered by Buddy Holly and was intended for Holly and his band members. Holly’s guitarist Tommy Allsup was supposed to be on the plane instead of Ritchie Valens, but Valens wanted to fly instead of taking the bus and Allsup agreed to toss a coin and the winner would get Allsup’s seat on the plane. Valens won the coin toss and took the fateful plane seat. Holly’s bass player Waylon Jennings was supposed to be on the plane instead of JP Richardson, but Richardson was coming down with the flu so Jennings gave him his seat so he could get to the hotel sooner for some much-needed rest.
I visited there on Saturday, in Clear Lake, Iowa (2 days ago - it’s Monday morning as I write this). I visited the Surf Ballroom, and also the crash site six miles north of The Surf in a corn field. Here’s a picture of the crash site memorial:
File:HollyMonument.jpg - Wikimedia Commons. The plane took off from nearby Mason City Municipal Airport (Wikipedia link: Mason City Municipal Airport - Wikipedia) - just six miles away.
Have any other Dopers visited? And, what are your thoughts about this tragic night?
What’s not shown in the above picture, and maybe it was added later, is that to the right of this monument is one for the pilot, Roger Peterson. Here’s a picture of that:
And here’s a picture of the Buddy Holly eyeglasses at the road side:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/fe/GlassesSign.jpg/220px-GlassesSign.jpg.
None of the pictures I’ve linked to are mine.
The Buddy Holly eyeglasses marker is at the (roughly) address of 22500 Gull Ave., Clear Lake, IA, where the west end of 315th Street ends at Gull Ave. From that ‘trailhead’ marker it’s about a ¼-mile walk directly west to the spot where the plane crashed. The crash site is on private property, and the farm owner keeps a clear trail from the simple Buddy Holly eyeglasses statue beside the road to the crash site memorial. Thank you, farm owner, whoever you are.
I am home now. I flew home yesterday morning. My visit there was good — sobering, humbling, appreciative of their music, and surprised at how popular the Surf Ballroom remains to this day. Many pictures of entertainers are on its walls. Also, many autographs cover the walls of ‘the green room’ behind the stage where acts would wait. I’m too young to have been a fan of their music when they lived. I wasn’t even born when they died. But I love Don McLean’s song. It’s both haunting and celebratory at the same time:
A long, long time ago,
I can still remember how that music
used to make me smile…
*But February made me shiver
with every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep…
*
***I can’t remember if I cried
when I read about his widowed bride
but something touched me deep inside
the day the music died…
A great song. Am wondering what Dopers think about the song, or about the artists.