RIP. So much talent.
Wow, I can't believe it was almost 50 years ago.
I can't believe 1959 was nearly 50 years ago.Originally Posted by LDG
If I had 3 wishes... One of my wishes would be to make a select few of you Pirates Fans.
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I've recently started listening to some Buddy Holly songs. Amazing how talented this man was. RIP to all those who died.
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Just 22 years old. You have to wonder what might have been because Buddy Holly really was ahead of his time and influenced so many Rock&Roll musicians. He has a huge legacy for so precious few years of life.Originally Posted by Sam18
Those who can — do. Those who can’t — criticize.
Ever see The Buddy Holly Story? Very good movie bio.Originally Posted by Sam18
She sits there so refined and drinks herself half blind
- Ralph Waldo Emerson -
I agree. I'm not really a Gary Busey fan but he did a fantastic job with that role. The whole movie was well cast.Originally Posted by Trish
The Richie Valence movie is pretty good too, the relationship he had with Holly, the Big Bopper, etc.
A tragic loss for the music world.
Thanks for the memories, George. You made the Yankees what they are today... Champions!
"La Bamba" starring Lou Diamond Phillips was the bio of Richie Valens.Originally Posted by PalmerGA
-5points for spelling+5 for sentiment.
No Rally Monkeys, Towels or hankies
Just 50,000 fans of the New York Yankees.
Wasn't the story Waylon Jennings was also on that tour and originally he was suppose to be on the plane but he gave up his seat to J.P "the big bopper" Richardson because he wasn't feeling well and it was a long trip by car to their next gig? Talk about how life turns on a dime.Originally Posted by PalmerGA
Those who can — do. Those who can’t — criticize.
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."
Fantasy Baseball: Larrupin' Lou's; New York Knights.
I was 8 years old, but "I can still remember how that music used to make me smile"
RIP![]()
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I saw La Bamba back in my sophomore year spanish class. I remember liking it.
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