I happened to think back on 1959 when Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and the Big Bopper were all killed in a plane crash. I have to look up the date (February 3, 1959) but I know where I was when I heard the news. Some things just work that way. That was back in the day when Dick Clark held sway on the American Bandstand. We had the sock hop every Saturday night at the Convention Hall and dreamed of going to to American Bandstand. Talk about American Graffiti...we WERE American Graffiti! I was "hanging out" with a guy named Johnny at the time. See, I did not "date", but I loved to dance and for that I needed a regular partner and he filled the bill to a "t". My kids would never believe some of the gyrations that went on at those dances, and most of them by their mother!
Johnny and I won more than one dance contest. He occasionally dated and the girls were always jealous cause he always came back to me on dance nights. They just could not understand that we were in sync and that was how that was. I must pause here for a moment to send Johnny on his way. I do not know because I never saw him after high school, but I heard many years later that he was gay and had moved to California. And then many years later, that he was one of the first to fall to the AIDS epidemic. I think that info is accurate. Course his name was not Johnny, but there are people out there who may remember.
But back to the three stars. News was not instantaneous back then like it is now. I was dating a kid from Medicine Lodge and when he picked me up that night he told me about the plane crash. Of course it was several days before the news was confirmed to my satisfaction in a newspaper because the printed word (at that time) was gospel. Then the Three Stars song hit the charts. Can you believe we used to actually stop by the record shop and pick up a list of the "Top Ten Songs"? I think it was put out by Billboard? Getting a little fuzzy here on some of the details. I do remember Hayes Record Shop on Main Street. That was the place to go when the new 45's came out cause they had them!
When the kids were in band I rented instruments for them from Hayes. 45 RPM records were quickly becoming a thing of the past and 33 1/3 LP were the preferred product. I had a little case of 45's that I left with my sister after I married and started my travels. I never saw them again. They were eventually swallowed up in her estate and probably wound up at the city dump. Funny how that stuff happens.
Anyway, Elvis had hit the scene, but he went off to the service in 1958 leaving the stage clear for these three. Besides, Elvis was different and these guys were "comfortable". They were guys we could have gone to school with; and Elvis was a wiggle worm.
I guess what I am trying to say here is that I was out and about in one of the richest periods of Rock and Roll, Rhythm and Blues, Rockabilly, Gospel, Folk, Country and what ever went on at that time. My daughter, Debbie, called the other day to express her surprise that I knew who Peter, Paul and Mary were! Poor child! The tales I could tell her. One of the main reasons I married her dad was because he danced the same style I did, sort of a hip hop, stroll, exhibitionist dance to a different drummer.
So once more I will put the Big Bopper, Richie Valens, Buddy Holly, Gene Vincent, Fats Domino, Jerry Lee Lewis, and a plethora of names that I must stop here because I do not want to miss anyone to rest. Sometimes when I can't sleep at night I walk the halls of Nickerson High and visit the Convention Center and I am young again. That is the great part about Nostalgia, as long as I can remember I am young. And when I begin to forget, well I guess I will cross that bridge when I get to it. If I am really lucky when I lay my head down for that final nap the Big Bopper will sing me a rousing rendition of Chantilly Lace and Johnny will flip me across his back like in the good old days!
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