My Mother Took Me To The Musical Of His Life Not Knowing How Much Of A Buddy Holly Fan I WasDuring my high school years, I was riding the bus with someone who loved listening to music from the 1950's and 1960's. One day, he gave me his iPod because there was a certain song he wanted me to hear. The song was Peggy Sue sung by Buddy Holly. After the song, I gave him back his iPod, and thought nothing of the song. At some point after I left my high school, something intrigued me to find Peggy Sue. Not only did I find the song, but once I got my own iPod, I downloaded that song. Eventually, I did download a few other Buddy Holly songs onto my iPod, such as Everyday, Heartbeat, It’s So Easy, and Peggy Sue Got Married. During another point at my last year at my high school, I learned that Don McLean’s signature song American Pie was supposed to be a narration of February 3rd, 1959, when the plane carrying Holly, as well as other singers Ritchie Valens and JP Richardson “The Big Bopper,” crashed near Clear Lake, Iowa, killing all three of them as well as the pilot, Roger Peterson, and the decade long aftermath. “The Day the Music Died” is synonymous to rock and roll fans as this plane crash. Presumibly like so many fans of Buddy Holly, every year on February 3rd, Ilisten to Buddy Holly’s songs, as well as Ritchie Valens’ La Bamba and Come On, Let’s Go, and The Big Bopper’s Chantilly Lace. I then end this “memorial service” by listening to McLean’s American Pie.
This past summer, my mother purchased tickets to see Buddy Holly: The Musical, not knowing I was a Buddy Holly fan, even though I had mentioned it to her every year on February 3rd. I even said that I wanted to go to Lubbock, Texas (Holly's boyhood home) and Clear Lake, Iowa (where the plane crashed) because of Buddy Holly. During the musical, I tried so hard to contain myself from singing the songs I knew in the show for my mother's sake. During the final scene, I felt as if I was at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa, on February 2nd, 1959. As a result, it seemed more like a rock and roll concert and less like a Broadway musical.
Another part of the show I liked was that one of the female extras in the show was someone I performed with once. After the show, she was in the lobby, as she was one of the thespians asked to raise money for the theater's educational program. Not only was she thrilled to see me, but she was gracious enough to pose in a photo with me (my mother wanted to take another photo to make sure she got the feather boa that surrounded the parrimater of the bottom of her dress).