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

[Tom Hansen]

I am guessing that my great-grandfather didn't care much for 23-skidoo or 
the Charleston.  My grandfather didn't find Glen Miller appealing.  My 
father certainly didn't/doesn't find absolutely anything enjoyable in 
Black Sabbath.  And I don't find anything exciting in the new wave.

Dang kids!

Tom Hansen
Moscow, Idaho

> 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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"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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