My front yard
As much bitching as I've done about this winter, I think I'm beginning to hit some stride - I've found some good music to listen to, and God knows I've found some great subjects for a shot in all the ice and snow. It hasn't been all that bad a winter after all!
I didn't have a blog post last week about the 50th anniversary of the deaths of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and J.P. Richardson, but it did mean something to me.
When I was a junior in high school, that stupid Kyrie Elaison song and all those Mike + the Mechanics songs were hits, and that was the last damn straw; that's when I could not take it anymore and dropped out of listening to current Top 40 music for the first time. I went back in time, and started at the very beginnings of rock, and worked my way forward, immersing myself in each genre/era along the way.
I began of course, with the mid-'50s, and ended up spending a fair amount of time listening to music of the three young men who died in that plane crash. Buddy's music especially, and the tragedy of that loss, stuck with me for quite a while.
I haven't listened to anything by the three of them ... probably since then, really. But with the anniversary, and everyone posting so much music, I've been able to download some and relive what I liked so much about it.
So here is the song that I took immediately to heart back in high school; yes, Buddy and the Crickets could rock and roll, but the quiet and prettiness of this song made it my favorite of his work. (To say nothing of his phrasing; he sings it almost as though the lyrics themselves are the roller coaster mentioned in them.)
Buddy Holly - Everyday
And is it just me, or in all the praise people give him for his musical talent, does no one ever mention his voice? What a voice. He could have gone so far.