Gary W. Moore: The Day the Music Died

January 25, 2018 GMT

“A long, long time ago …” is how the song began. The classic Don McLean hit memorialized “The Day the Music Died” as a riddle within a song for all the ages to hear. “American Pie” is a history of America and the rock ‘n’ roll movement, and might be the most memorable song of the era.

‘February made me shiver …’

McLean remembers the day as a young paper boy in upstate New York. He set out to deliver his morning papers and read that his idol, Buddy Holly, had died in a cold and desolate Iowa cornfield, the result of a chartered plane crash, a V-tail Beechcraft Bonanza. The crash also took the lives of J.P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson, Ritchie Valens and a young, inexperienced pilot, Roger Peterson. Rock ‘n’ roll music was in its infancy, and the loss of three of its stars caused many to believe it was the end for the short-lived musical style. The day was Feb. 3, 1959. It only was the beginning.

‘Rave On!’

Christian Scripture teaches that to achieve eternal life, one must die and be reborn. McLean forever branded the event as “The Day the Music Died” but history shows the opposite to be true. The music Holly created, developed and launched was reborn in England a few years later in the form of the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, the Hollies and the list goes on. Holly’s music might have died with him on that cold morning, but it was reborn again across the ocean a few years later.

John Lennon said the Beatles were surprised at the American response to their music. It was hailed as the “British Invasion” and a new form of entertainment. Lennon said, “New? We were inspired by Buddy and spent hours trying to reproduce his technique and sound. There was no ‘British Invasion’ of new music. We were only imitating Buddy and bringing his style back to America. To our surprise, America did not recognize the sound as their own.” Almost every British rock star was influenced and inspired by Holly and openly says so.

Hey Buddy!

In my book, “Hey Buddy: In Pursuit of Buddy Holly, My New Buddy John and My Lost Decade of Music” (published by Savas Beatie, LLC 2011), I worked to uncover information that was unpublished and unknown about Holly. The book is the most detailed account of the crash in the early hours of Feb. 3, 1959. I interviewed friends, family and those who knew him best. I uncovered dozens of stories of this young kid from Lubbock, Texas, who helped create a form of music that changed a culture and still endures and thrives today. What I found surprised me. I learned Holly always was kind, polite and respectful. All that knew him, loved him, and I could not find anyone who shared a story of an egocentric rock star, immersed in addictions and living a destructive lifestyle. Instead, Holly was a gentleman, and the kind of guy a father hopes his daughter will bring home someday.

‘That’ll be the day …’

Gary and Ramona Tollett were backup singers on Holly’s first hit, “That’ll be the Day” and many others. They were friends, neighbors and fellow musicians. In my interview with Gary and Ramona, they spoke reverently of Holly with a tone that would make you believe they just saw him yesterday. In their mind and heart, Holly still was with them.

Toward the end of our talk, Ramona asked, “Do you really want to know who Buddy Holly was?”

I answered, “Of course.”

“He bought his church new pews with his first royalty check,” Ramona paused to let that sink in.

“That … was Buddy Holly.”

‘Something touched me deep inside …’

In the hearts of the young and old, Holly lives on through his music and the music of others who Holly inspired. Unlike those who followed in the musical tsunami of rock ‘n’ roll that swept the globe, Holly didn’t die of a drug overdose. He wasn’t killed while drunk, behind the wheel of an Italian sports car and he didn’t take his own life. Holly never advocated free sex or drugs, but undeniably was a leader in inventing the music that inspired the saying, “Sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll.” Instead, Holly was a kind, respectful and humble young man, who tragically died in a plane crash minutes after taking off from the Mason City, Iowa, airport. Holly chartered this fateful flight, so he’d get to his next destination in time to do his laundry. Holly was out of clean socks and underwear.

When I think of Holly, I hear the words to the song “Peggy Sue” in my head and think of the young gentleman from Lubbock wearing his iconic glasses. I also think of the Billy Joel song, “Only the Good Die Young.”

Holly, like the title of his most covered hit, will “Not Fade Away.”