Fifty years ago this morning, a three-passenger Beechcraft Bonanza crashed shortly after take-off near Clear Lake, Iowa; there were no survivors. Today I'd like to reprint a blog I wrote on the subject back in August:
If I Were a Famous Musician, I'd Stick With A Tour Bus
February 3, 2009 marks the 50th anniversary of the plane crash that killed J.P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson, Ritchie Valens and Buddy Holly (see photo at right). There have been celebrity air fatalities going all the way back to Icarus but it seems that musicians have especially bad luck when it comes to air travel. Off the top of my head I can name Glenn Miller, Patsy Cline, Otis Redding, Jim Croce, most of Lynyrd Skynyrd, Rick Nelson, Kyu Sakamoto (Japanese singer famous for his 1963 hit Sukiyaki), John Denver, Stevie Ray Vaughn, and Aaliyah.
Whenever I fly, an evil, miniature Michael appears on my shoulder and starts whispering "LaBamba" in my ear. He usually shuts up after a few seconds (which is just long enough to remind me of my own mortality). I suppose it could be worse; he could sing Holly's "That'll Be The Day."
I'd like to close with a clip of Buddy Holly performing Peggy Sue (tragically there is not a lot of footage of Buddy performing live.