The Day the Music Died: Remembering Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper 61 years later
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The Day the Music Died: Remembering Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper 62 years later

The upper Midwest braces for another arctic winter this year. As it does, the tragic plane crash that occurred in 1959 and claimed the lives of a 22-year-old Buddy Holly, 17-year-old Ritchie Valens and 28-year-old J.P. ‘The Big Bopper’ Richardson turns 62.

It’s widely regarded as ‘The Day the Music Died’, a phrase coined by Don McLean’s 1971 autobiographical song ‘American Pie’. McLean’s retrospective track is said to symbolise the end of American innocence. For McLean, this reaches back to his own experiences as a newspaper delivery boy. He was just 13-years-old when the headlines ran.

McLean’s memories—and his song—colour the American consciousness. The United States was on the cusp of radical social and political change and the music that would define the era was about to change with it. Outside of a few poignant references, ‘American Pie’ doesn’t linger in the present. Instead, it stays lodged in the past, like a time-capsule lost to a bygone era, stuck on the loop of its infectious chorus. You know the one I’m referring to.

‘American Pie’ commemorates the purity of a moment in rock and roll and in time. It’s illustrative of a generation on the verge of adulthood and revolution, before the revolution. It’s the coming of age tale that never comes of age. The narrative from the night that Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper lost their lives has been played and replayed. The three stars were on a flight that Holly chartered after a gig in Clear Lake, Iowa, a gig that was added at the last second to fill a vacancy in the Winter Party Dance Tour.

The Tour From Hell

The three week, 24 date tour, organised by General Artists Corp, had zero regards for logistical planning. The dates zig-zagged across the upper Midwest, often backtracking over the previous day’s journey, all in reconditioned school busses. Two-lane highways, 400-mile treks and -30º temperatures were standard. Holly historian Bill Griggs estimates that the musicians changed buses five different times before reaching Clear Lake.

The February 1st bus breakdown has received attention over the years as the final straw for Holly and his decision to charter the ill-fated plane. The tour was headed back through Minnesota on Highway 51 after a stop in Duluth.

The show finished at 11pm—a concert that Bob Dylan attended—and the band members loaded their equipment into the bus and set off. Just 100 miles into the 440-mile journey, a piston punched a hole through the engine block and the bus stalled in the middle of the pitch-black highway. Band members took to burning newspapers in the aisles for warmth. Some jammed in tightly huddled circles in the back of the bus to pass the time.

Dion, of Dion and the Belmonts, recounts his experience for Rolling Stone, explaining: “Buddy and I huddled together under a blanket, and just to pass the time, I’d tell him stories of the Bronx—about Ralphie Mooch, Frankie Yunk Yunk and Joe BB-Eyes—and he’d tell me stories about Baptists in Lubbock, Texas. One of the Belmonts had a bottle of scotch, so we’d all take a shot. We were laughin’, and to me it seemed like a field trip! I didn’t know 30 below zero.”

They waited for several hours before a trucker spotted the bus and alerted a local sheriff who then arranged four cars to rescue them. They boarded another bus in Green Bay, Wisconsin to make the 340-mile trek to Clear Lake. When the heaters failed, they were forced to stop off in Prairie du Chien to repair them. They arrived in Clear Lake at 8pm, just in time to take the stage at the Surf Ballroom.

It’s here where Holly asked the club manager to charter the plane.

Holly offered one of the seats in the four-seat, single-engine Beechcraft Bonanza aircraft up to Dion, who baulked at the $36 price tag. Crickets band members Tommy Allsup and Waylon Jennings were next up. Jennings handed over his seat to Richardson who was struggling with the flu, and Valens won a coin flip for Allsup’s seat.

When Valens joked with Allsup, telling him to enjoy the bus ride, Allsup jabbed back, saying “I hope your plane crashes”. A remark that likely still plagues Allsup to this day.

At 1am, 21-year-old pilot Roger Peterson set out of Clear Lake, Iowa for Fargo, North Dakota. Claire Suddath of Time Magazine observes:

“The plane stayed in the sky for only a few minutes; no one is quite sure what went wrong. The best guess is that Peterson flew directly into the blizzard, lost visual reference and accidentally flew down instead of up. The four-passenger plane ploughed into a nearby cornfield at over 170 mph, flipping over on itself and tossing the passengers into the air. Their bodies landed yards away from the wreckage and stayed there for ten hours as snowdrifts formed around them.”

The Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa will celebrate the 62nd anniversary of Holly, Valens and Richardson’s final performance like it does every year, by taking a trip back in time, albeit in a far less elaborate affair given the social distancing regulations in place amid the global pandemic. The festivities stretch across three days, embracing the fashion and the music of the era, and include dance lessons, a sock hop, film screenings, and live music.

The Surf Ballroom’s 50th anniversary’s line-up featured Graham Nash, Bobby Vee (who was on the 1959 Winter Dance Party Tour), and Los Lobos. In more recent years, sold-out crowds from four countries and 36 states joined Albert Lee, Chubby Checker, The Chiftons, and Johnny Tillotson to celebrate the 60th anniversary. Sure enough, the festivities include a bus tour to the memorial site for $8. Last year the tour sold out weeks in advance.

It feels morbid to even consider visiting the cornfield that claimed the lives of the men that cold February morning, but it speaks to a cultural fascination celebrity deaths. Moreover, it illustrates a desire to come to terms with it and, perhaps, pay tribute to a piece of ourselves that we lost long ago.

This year, as fans stand at the foot of the sculpture that resembles Holly’s black horn-rimmed glasses, they’ll undoubtedly reminisce about the story that began 62 years ago.

As they retrace that narrative, I’m willing to bet they’ll pepper it with little pieces of their own lives and experiences. After all, that’s the real reason we make these kinds of pilgrimages, to find a little bit of ourselves in the rubble.

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