On February 3rd, 1959, 51 years ago, a small plane crashed near Clear Lake, Iowa. On that day, a solitary cornfield was the only witness to the deaths of three rock and roll legends: Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and J. P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson. Later on, others would even call them the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost.
As Holly, Valens and the Big Bopper "took the last train for the coast", an American period was coming to an end, a time of great hope in the future, distinguished by a feeling that everything was possible and within reach, a period of innocent (and maybe even childish) optimism, a period that started with the Allied victory on World War II that would be soon wiped out by the first serious lashes of the Cold War.
Every time that I listen to the music of that period, or I watch American Graffiti, I feel something very close to nostalgia for those times.
Buddy Holly - Everyday
Ritchie Valens - Donna
The Big Bopper - Chantilly Lace
Is it possible to miss something that you never knew?
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
The Day the Music Died
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anniversaries,
music,
people
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2 comments:
Oh yes,and in the moment you see or feel it ,you will know !!
Gitta, :)
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