In Memory of Buddy Holly
By Jane Pfefferkorn
The Surf, an ersatz ocean-front
imitation on Clear Lake,
amid flat, fecund fields once claimed
by Winnebago, Dakota and Sioux.
A refuge of contrasts for farm folk who,
after draining frustration and fear
through poles and lines, dressed
in their best for the big band bombast
of Glenn Miller, Harry James and Woody Herman.
They listened, danced and marveled
when The Crickets blew in from Texas and introduced
something new. Buddy and his boys called
it Rock and Roll. They “Raved On,”
with “Pretty, Pretty, Pretty Peggy Sue,”
“Blue Days, Black Nights,” and “Oh Boy,” unaware
that “Everyday it’s “A Gettin’ Closer,
Goin’ Faster Than a Roller Coaster,” until
February 3, 1959—“That’ll Be the Day”
“The Music Died.”
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