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"The Day the Music Died" is always tied to the chorus of the song Miss American Pie, supposedly about the Buddy Holly plane crash. But who knows what that song was actually about? Who knows, with a genuine artist/musician involved. It may have been about having to wash a load of clothes, who the f knows. There's no telling with musicians/artists. It's anybody's guess.
I'm just pondering - I've got about 200 record albums and about that many CD's all piled up over here, all a blast from the past. There was a music period, where music had to be going all the time.
Older now, .....when I was about to make a run at Ohio I was in line behind Dan Stokes. Dan turned Truck's side mirrors in for aerodynamic advantage. Likewise, I unscrewed Red's radio antenna and tossed it in the trunk. Probably both of those actions had just about as much effect - none.
But I didn't need that antenna anyhow. I never ever turned on Red's radio to begin with. I'd rather hear the engine. For miles. All day.
By now I can hear every song I want to hear anytime I want to hear it, in my mind. They're burned in. I've heard them and I can hear them, and replay them, over and over. No hardware needed.
So the stereo system in the living room hasn't been plugged in for I don't know how long and the albums and CD's just sit there. It's all there, I just don't use it.
The music hasn't died, I've just got it all memorized.
Is that weird? Yep, I'll bet it is, to most folks.
I'm just pondering - I've got about 200 record albums and about that many CD's all piled up over here, all a blast from the past. There was a music period, where music had to be going all the time.
Older now, .....when I was about to make a run at Ohio I was in line behind Dan Stokes. Dan turned Truck's side mirrors in for aerodynamic advantage. Likewise, I unscrewed Red's radio antenna and tossed it in the trunk. Probably both of those actions had just about as much effect - none.
But I didn't need that antenna anyhow. I never ever turned on Red's radio to begin with. I'd rather hear the engine. For miles. All day.
By now I can hear every song I want to hear anytime I want to hear it, in my mind. They're burned in. I've heard them and I can hear them, and replay them, over and over. No hardware needed.
So the stereo system in the living room hasn't been plugged in for I don't know how long and the albums and CD's just sit there. It's all there, I just don't use it.
The music hasn't died, I've just got it all memorized.
Is that weird? Yep, I'll bet it is, to most folks.
......IT was written about the ill fated flight on Feb 3, 1959 Clear Lake, IA.
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