Fifty years ago today the plane crashed and the music died. Fifty years makes the mourning for Buddy Holly middle aged. Rock n roll itself is middle aged too and it's founding fathers, those that are still alive, are just plain old.
Yet the music lives on. If the word "timeless" can be applied to anything it can be applied to the songs created by the likes of Buddy Holly, Elvis, Chuck Berry, etc. Strange that music that was so of the moment and of the youth turned out to be music that has no end, music that is, well, timeless.
Why is that? If for no other reason, it's because the songs were pretty darn good. Catchy melodies and easy to sing along with words. "Peggy Sue" was released seven years before I was born, yet I know all the words and can easily sing along with it. As long as no one else is around when I do that. I prefer to sing alone; I also prefer to spare any potential listener the pain of hearing me.
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