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| Author: | bobyar2001 [ Thu Feb 03, 2005 12:56 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Day the music died |
Totally off-topic, but R&R music fans will recognize today as the 46th anniversary of the plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa that took the lives of three young musicians whose careers were short, but leaving a big influence. This from the Beaumont Enterprise: Long after 'day the music died,' the Big Bopper's legend lives on Rock 'n' roll's 1st tragedy claimed the star from Beaumont 46 years ago today By RON FRANSCELL Beaumont Enterprise CLEAR LAKE, IOWA - The plane crash that took the lives of J.P. "Big Bopper" Richardson, Buddy Holly and Ritchie Valens is one of rock music's pivotal moments, more significant than an electrified Dylan or that little show at Woodstock. Why? After the crash in Clear Lake on Feb. 3, 1959, rock 'n' roll changed. Singer Don McLean immortalized the moment as "the day the music died" in his pop-dirge American Pie. But it was Holly, Valens, the Bopper and their pilot who died. The music (and the audience) merely changed forever. By 1959, the little world of rock 'n' roll had shrunk even further. Elvis was in the Army, Chuck Berry was still on the rise (and soon headed for jail), Little Richard was in seminary, and Jerry Lee Lewis was effectively blacklisted. Holly's career had slumped, and at 22, he needed money. Valens, a 17- year-old Latino kid from Pacoima, Calif., had just hit the charts with his ballad, Donna, (its flip-side was Valens' version of a traditional Mexican song, La Bamba.) And J.P. Richardson, a 28-year-old disc jockey at Beaumont's KTRM radio station, was still enjoying the popularity of his hit single, Chantilly Lace, released only six months earlier. Richardson had already become a local radio legend in Beaumont. He was born in nearby Sabine Pass and grew up in Beaumont's Multimax Village, a World War II housing development. He'd been hanging around the KTRM studio since his days at Beaumont High School, where he graduated in 1947, and somebody finally gave him a job. The pudgy, shy, crew-cut, chain-smoking "Jape," as he was known to friends, hosted an easy-listening show for years, but when station owner Jack Neil wanted to capitalize on teenagers' growing demand for rhythm-and-blues music, Jape created a jive-talking alter ego he called "The Big Bopper." The character was so distinct from the real-life Jape, most listeners thought he was an altogether different guy - probably a black hipster who spun the hottest new tunes that were slightly racy in the mid- 1950s. Tenacious 'Jape' Jape was thoughtful and reserved, but the Bopper was bold, charismatic and flamboyant. Later, after becoming a star, most photos showed him mugging, goofy, pop-eyed and theatrical. After a stint in the Army, Jape came home to Beaumont and KTRM with big dreams. In May 1957, 27-year-old Jape set the world record for continuous broadcasting - 122 hours and 8 minutes - at the Jefferson Theater. In the last hours of the marathon, after he began to hallucinate, he leaned on his friend and fellow DJ Gordon Baxter. "Bax, I've died," Jape said. "Honest to God, I've died, been across and back. They talked to me. It's OK, Bax, don't be afraid to die. It was light over there, and warm. I didn't want to come back ... " Jape wrote songs in his spare time at KTRM. In June 1958, he recorded his first song, The Purple People Eater Meets the Witch Doctor. But every record had two sides, and Jape didn't have a second song. On the road between Beaumont and the Houston recording studio, he wrote a B-side ditty he called Chantilly Lace, a two-minute novelty song that is both innocent and suggestive, arguably the world's introduction to phone sex. Chantilly Lace exploded onto the charts. Less than a month after it came out, The Big Bopper appeared on Dick Clark's Saturday Night Beechnut TV show. He peddled some other songs he'd written, like White Lightnin' and Running Bear, which would be No. 1 hits for two other Beaumont singers, Johnny Preston and George Jones. By year's end, Chantilly Lace had sold more than 1 million records. He earned a gold record, which was to be delivered to him Feb. 8, five days after the Clear Lake show. That fall, Jape also told a British magazine about another idea he had: He called them "music videos." He imagined a jukebox that played both music and a short film of the artist singing it. He'd filmed three of his own songs and had proposed the idea to his producers. "It will ultimately become standard practice for every record artist to make a film of himself performing his record," he told DISC magazine, which published its story under the headline "Records will Be Filmed!" in January 1959. "We owe J.P. Richardson, The Big Bopper, much more credit than just for Chantilly Lace," says rock expert Bill Griggs of Rockin' 50s magazine. The singers had never met before they embarked on the Winter Dance Party tour. The Bopper and Valens would earn a princely wage of up to $800 a week for the three-week bus tour across the upper Midwest. But it was a nightmare. The tour scribbled illogical lines across the snowy back roads of the Heartland in ramshackle, unheated buses, often back-tracking to make poorly planned gigs. The musicians grew tired and sick. Then the bad weather turned worse. By the time they reached Clear Lake, Iowa - the 11th concert in 11 days - the temperatures had been below freezing for 12 days. Fateful decisions Buddy Holly didn't want to spend another freezing night on the bus, so he chartered a plane to carry him and his two bandmates, the Crickets, after the Surf Ballroom concert to Fargo, N.D., for the next show. But the Big Bopper was sick with the flu. He asked if there was any room on the four-seater plane. Holly's bass player, a skinny Lubbock kid named Waylon Jennings, took pity on the Bopper and traded his seat for Richardson's warm, new sleeping bag. Later, in the Surf dressing room, Valens flipped a coin with the other Cricket, Tommy Allsup. He called heads, and heads won. He got a seat on the plane, and Allsup got to live. The plane took off at 1 a.m. in sub-freezing winds, lowering visibility and light snow. Five miles northwest of the little airport at Mason City, Iowa, the plane plowed into a farmer's field, killing all four on board. The three singers' bodies and some of their possessions were thrown from the wreckage into the frozen black night. It was rock 'n' roll's first great tragedy. The next morning, searchers found the debris and the frozen corpses. In the pocket of the Bopper's light-blue cotton pants, they discovered some dice, his wedding ring, a guitar pick and $202.53 in cash. They also found the Bopper's briefcase, which contained a half- empty pint of whiskey, some aspirin, a hairbrush and mirror, some ties and a guitar strap - and fragments of song lyrics he hadn't yet set to music. For all his vision about the future of pop music and songs he had yet to sing, The Big Bopper couldn't have foreseen his most significant, albeit dubious, achievement: He was among the first of a long line of rock stars made mythic by dying young. Jay Richardson, now 45, has clearly already grappled with his grief. He was born almost three months after his father died, so he has only secondhand memories of his dad. Except one. He once dreamed his father stood behind him at a family dinner. Placing his hand on Jay's shoulder, the Bopper said, "Don't worry, son. Everything will be OK." It was only a dream, but it doesn't matter to Jay. He considers it the only true contact they ever had. For five years, Jay has toured in a musical tribute to his father, Holly and Valens. He's sung his father's songs more often than his father sang them. Other perfomers are imitating Buddy Holly and Ritchie Valens, but Jay has the Bopper's DNA. When he dons his leopard-skin jacket and answers a prop phone with his father's signature "Hellooooo, baaaaby!" he's as close to his father as he'll ever be. Sometimes after the show, fans who saw his father during his six meteoric months of fame approach Jay with tears in their eyes. They want to shake his hand or hug his neck. They want to be close to The Big Bopper again. He signs autographs as "Big Bopper Jr." Jay's oldest son is the fourth J.P. Richardson, and his three children all know more now about their famous grandfather than Jay knew growing up in a home where the Bopper wasn't discussed much. That's all changed now. "We still have those 23 lyrics," Jay says. "Those are what we call the 'lost songs of The Big Bopper.' They've all got music now." Richardson was buried in Beaumont. From Germany, U.S. Army Pvt. Elvis Presley sent a wreath of yellow roses encircling a guitar. As Jape's funeral cortege slowly rolled toward Forest Lawn Cemetery, his friend Gordon Baxter played Dixieland jazz on the radio, and many radios along the funeral route were tuned in. A granite monument to his father has been erected at the Surf Ballroom. A steel one stands in the sad cornfield in Clear Lake. But Beaumont, Jape's hometown, hasn't shown the same adulation. In the mid-1960s, the City of Beaumont's Parks Department renamed a leftover Multimax building the "J.P. Richardson Community Center," but today the structure is mostly used for storage. Jape's headstone at Forest Lawn Cemetery is simple and unremarkable. The clock he watched at KTRM hangs on a back wall of the Quality Cafe. No streets are named for him. No festivals celebrate his life. No park recalls the Bopper's memory. Musical legacy Jay, who lives in Katy, would love for Beaumont to pay a higher tribute to his father but considers it unseemly to lobby for it. "Some years on Feb. 3, the newspaper only has one line that says, 'Today in history, a 1959 plane crash killed Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and some other guy in Clear Lake, Iowa,' " he says. Richardson's accomplishments surpass being "some other guy" who died there. Chantilly Lace is ranked by Broadcast Music Inc. among America's 800 most-played songs. With 2.7 million radio plays, that's more than 12 years of continuous airtime if it were played over and over again. After Hollywood's Buddy Holly Story and La Bamba lionized the other two singers who died in the crash, interest in Richardson's life story simmered. Screenplays exist, but no film is yet in the pipeline. His idea for music videos was way ahead of its time. When MTV figured out a way to do it more than 20 years later, it transformed the music world. Today, the Bopper's songs earn up to an estimated $100,000 for his heirs, who still haven't settled how the money should be divided. Ironically, the Bopper never made much money for himself on his music. When he died, his estate was valued at $11,111.50 (about $72,000 in 2004 dollars) but $10,000 was unpaid royalties on Chantilly Lace. For Jay, the frozen Iowa cornfield where The Big Bopper drew his last breath is more hallowed ground than the gravesite in Beaumont. Beyond the marker, about 40 feet on the other side of a barbed-wire fence, searchers found The Big Bopper's body. Jay has seen the news photos from the crash site, which clearly show the corpses scattered amid the debris. He walks out to the spot alone. Leaving the cornfield on a frigid late-January day much like the morning the crash was found, Jay shares a secret. "There was something I didn't tell you back there at the Surf," he says. "Something inside. I didn't want to say that the granite (of the monument) feels probably as cold and hard and frozen as my dad was when they found him in that field. I think about that, and it makes me sad." The day was doubly significant to me, as it was the last time for many years that I would get to ride in the cab of a steam locomotive, shown at the link below. Truly, it was the "day the music died". By the time a year had passed, steam would be gone and all the true innovators of rock and roll music had been usurped with talentless teeny boppers and electronics. C&S 807, the last USRA heavy 2-8-2 to operate anywhere: http://photoswest.org/cgi-bin/imager?00007025+OP-7025 |
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| Author: | saturated_steam [ Thu Feb 03, 2005 2:56 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Day the music died |
You are quite right - it is off topic and has nothing to do with railway preservation. |
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| Author: | Bennett Levin [ Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:31 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Day the music died |
Not quite folks, In the McLean piece, did not the Father, Son and Holy Ghost take the last TRAIN to the "coast"? |
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| Author: | Kevin Gillespie [ Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:43 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Day the music died |
Besides, Bob, Bennett and myself are all of a sufficient vintage to appreciate that era of music. And remember that 1959 was also the year that saw the end of steam on the UP, and the last revenue runs of the N&W J class. |
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| Author: | pm-man [ Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:59 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Day the music died |
...as well as the last year of revenue runs on the GTW for the U-4-b's/ #6400's. Oh, and Kevin, one does not have to be defined as a "Boomer" to appreciate good music. ;- ) TJ |
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| Author: | greenwichlirr [ Thu Feb 03, 2005 4:49 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Day the music died |
Most of Holly's hits were recorded at Norman Petty's studio in Clovis, New Mexico. Correct me if I'm wrong, (me being a northeasterner), but wasn't Clovis a major point on the ATSF? |
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| Author: | Wooly [ Thu Feb 03, 2005 5:22 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Day the music died |
You are correct A friend of mine's grandad was a bigshot in the shops there...................................................Wooly |
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| Author: | Onder [ Thu Feb 03, 2005 5:56 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Day the music died |
http://www.fiftiesweb.com/cab.htm low time pilot...he augered in. |
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| Author: | Greg U. [ Thu Feb 03, 2005 6:43 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Day the music died |
Wow, while it isn't on topic must we be so critical. Sometimes things like this are even interesting to the high and mighty rail foamer. |
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| Author: | Richard Glueck [ Thu Feb 03, 2005 7:24 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Day the music died |
I was only ine years old, but I clearly remember the repeated memorial announcements and mourning on New York's WMGM. with "Murray the K". I don't wish to diminunize the loss of four human lives, but like the end of steam, it was a pivotal moment for some of us older fellows. I'm glad you brought it up, Bob. Bringing the two things together, you might take a look at Art Huneke's LIRR site, "Arrt's Archives". Once on the site, look at his section called "The Day the Music Died". It has nothing to do with Buddy, J.P., and Ritchie, but evokes a similar pang for some of us. |
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