[Vision2020] Fifty Years Ago Today (February 3, 1959)

Tue Feb 3 11:14:54 PST 2009

I like all rock, even hard rock, and I agree, Roger!

Joe Campbell

On Feb 3, 2009, at 10:13 AM, lfalen <lfalen at turbonet.com> wrote:

> I don't like a lot of rock music, particularly hard rock, but Buddy  
> Holly was great.
> Roger
> -----Original message-----
> From: Tom Hansen thansen at moscow.com
> Date: Tue, 03 Feb 2009 07:02:04 -0800
> To: vision2020 at moscow.com
> Subject: [Vision2020] Fifty Years Ago Today (February 3, 1959)
>
>> On February 3, 1959, a small twin-engine plane crashed just outside  
>> of
>> Clear Lake, Iowa, killing all aboard.
>>
>> In addition to the pilot, Roger Peterson, were
>>
>> J. P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson
>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqp1qz4Jb1c
>>
>> Ritchie Valens
>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74C_gVCT2wU
>>
>> Buddy Holly
>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhgO8rZs1Fg
>>
>> It was fifty years ago today . . .
>>
>> February 3, 1959 . . .
>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_lGx3UPpMw
>>
>> The Day the Music Died
>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGJqo_bkAuM
>>
>> A long, long time ago...
>> I can still remember
>> How that music used to make me smile.
>> And I knew if I had my chance
>> That 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.
>> Bad 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.
>>
>> So bye-bye, miss American pie.
>> Drove my chevy to the levee,
>> But the levee was dry.
>> And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
>> Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
>> "this'll be the day that I die."
>>
>> Did you write the book of love,
>> And do you have faith in God above,
>> If the Bible tells you so?
>> Do you believe in rock 'n roll,
>> Can music save your mortal soul,
>> And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
>>
>> Well, I know that you're in love with him
>> `cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
>> You both kicked off your shoes.
>> Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
>>
>> I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
>> With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
>> But I knew I was out of luck
>> The day the music died.
>>
>> I started singin',
>> "bye-bye, miss american pie."
>> Drove my chevy to the levee,
>> But the levee was dry.
>> Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
>> And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
>> "this'll be the day that I die."
>>
>> Now for ten years we've been on our own
>> And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,
>> But that's not how it used to be.
>> When the jester sang for the king and queen,
>> In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
>> And a voice that came from you and me,
>>
>> Oh, and while the king was looking down,
>> The jester stole his thorny crown.
>> The courtroom was adjourned;
>> No verdict was returned.
>> And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
>> The quartet practiced in the park,
>> And we sang dirges in the dark
>> The day the music died.
>>
>> We were singing,
>> "bye-bye, miss American pie."
>> Drove my chevy to the levee,
>> But the levee was dry.
>> Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
>> And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
>> "this'll be the day that I die."
>>
>> Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
>> The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
>> Eight miles high and falling fast.
>> It landed foul on the grass.
>> The players tried for a forward pass,
>> With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
>>
>> Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
>> While the sergeants played a marching tune.
>> We all got up to dance,
>> Oh, but we never got the chance!
>> `cause the players tried to take the field;
>> The marching band refused to yield.
>> Do you recall what was revealed
>> The day the music died?
>>
>> We started singing,
>> "bye-bye, miss American pie."
>> Drove my chevy to the levee,
>> But the levee was dry.
>> Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
>> And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
>> "this'll be the day that I die."
>>
>> Oh, and there we were all in one place,
>> A generation lost in space
>> With no time left to start again.
>> So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
>> Jack flash sat on a candlestick
>> Cause fire is the devil's only friend.
>>
>> Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
>> My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
>> No angel born in hell
>> Could break that satan's spell.
>> And as the flames climbed high into the night
>> To light the sacrificial rite,
>> I saw satan laughing with delight
>> The day the music died
>>
>> He was singing,
>> "bye-bye, miss American pie."
>> Drove my chevy to the levee,
>> But the levee was dry.
>> Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
>> And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
>> "this'll be the day that I die."
>>
>> I met a girl who sang the blues
>> And I asked her for some happy news,
>> But she just smiled and turned away.
>> I went down to the sacred store
>> Where I'd heard the music years before,
>> But the man there said the music wouldn't play.
>>
>> And in the streets: the children screamed,
>> The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
>> But not a word was spoken;
>> The church bells all were broken.
>> And the three men I admire most:
>> The father, son, and the holy ghost,
>> They caught the last train for the coast
>> The day the music died.
>>
>> And they were singing,
>> "bye-bye, miss American pie."
>> Drove my chevy to the levee,
>> But the levee was dry.
>> And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
>> Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
>> "this'll be the day that I die."
>>
>> They were singing,
>> "bye-bye, miss American pie."
>> Drove my chevy to the levee,
>> But the levee was dry.
>> Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
>> Singin', "this'll be the day that I die."
>>
>> --------------------------------------------------
>>
>> Rock on, Moscow.
>>
>> Tom Hansen
>> Moscow, Idaho
>>
>> "For a lapsed Lutheran born-again Buddhist pan-Humanist Universalist
>> Unitarian Wiccan Agnostic like myself there's really no reason ever  
>> to go
>> to work."
>>
>> - Roy Zimmerman
>>
>>
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