Every day brings a new story. And each day contributes to story telling -- in prose and in poetry, in art and in music, on the stage, on the screen, and, of course, in books.
Today is the story of September 7th
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| Buddy Holly on the Ed Sullivan Show in 1958 |
He told his stories in the new genre that was gaining ground in the 1950s, and he helped define the early sound. He was influenced mostly by rhythm and blues, along with gospel and early country and western music.
He was among the first to perform with the soon-to-be-traditional setup of two guitars, a bass, and a drum set.
His sound influenced many other rock 'n' roll legends, including the Beatles, Bob Dylan, and the Hollies. He was in the first group inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1986.
His band, the Crickets, put out their first single, That'll Be the Day, in 1957. Despite little or no promotion by the record company, Brunswick, it was an international hit. A follow-up single, Peggy Sue, reached No. 3 on the Billboard charts.
In 1959, Holly was married and living in New York, and his career had tapered off. So he was participating in the Winter Dance Party of 1959, with a new band, which included future country music star Waylon Jennings.
Frustrated by the cold bus rides during the January/February tour, Holly rented a plane to fly him and others from Clear Lake, Iowa, to Moorhead, Minn. Shortly after takeoff, the plane crashed into a field, killing Holly and three others, Ritchie Valens, J.P. "Big Bopper" Richardson, and the pilot, Roger Peterson.
Because the three artists were well-known rock 'n' roll stars, the crash was labeled as "the day the music died," in Don McLean's 1971 song, American Pie.
Long, long time ago
I can still remember how the music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance, I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Sad news on the doorstep. I couldn't take one more step.
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.
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