Thursday, February 03, 2005

The Day the Music Died

Today marks the 46-year anniversary of arguably the most tragic day in rock 'n' roll history. On February 3, 1959 a small plane carrying Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper (Jiles P. Richardson) crashed in Clear Lake, Iowa.

I've always wondered: Did Don McLean coin the phrase "the day the music died," or did he appropriate it for "American Pie"?

2 Comments:

Blogger MsHellion said...

I have visited Holly's grave in Lubbock, TX. It is so bare and small. You'd think that the town would go balls out for him since he's the biggest thing that will EVER come outta that shit hole.

12:04 PM  
Blogger dottcomments said...

Great. Now I have "American Pie" stuck in my head like an earworm. I'll be singing it all day and all night and this is not a good thing.

Most of the people close to me say, "singing is not one of the things you do well" or just "mom, don't sing, please." I just can't help it, especially in the car with the volume turned way up and a Rolling Stones song on.

And I'll probably be doing that little dance too. You know the one. Like you're really stoned and you have your headphones on and your head goes "wag, wag".

5:16 PM  

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