THE EVERLASTING FIRST: Buddy Holly

Continuing a look back at my first exposure to a number of rock 'n' roll acts and superheroes (or other denizens of print or periodical publication), some of which were passing fancies, and some of which I went on to kinda like. They say you never forget your first time; that may be true, but it's the subsequent visits--the second time, the fourth time, the twentieth time, the hundredth time--that define our relationships with the things we cherish. Ultimately, the first meeting is less important than what comes after that. But every love story still needs to begin with that first kiss.




This was originally posted as part of a longer piece covering both pop music and comic book characters. It's separated here for convenience.

I was too young to ever know the full story. But my older brothers had a neighborhood friend named Nancy Cook; the only two things I can tell you about Nancy would be that she loved pop music--who didn't?--and that she died at a young age, not yet 30 years old, in a car accident in the mid '70s. It's not the sort of thing I want to ask my brothers and sister about, even all these decades later. But I know that she was gone, too early, too young. And I also know that before she died, she left behind a collection of her 45s.



My first conscious exposure to Buddy Holly came via Don McLean. I was one of the many who just adored McLean's smash hit "American Pie" in 1971, while having not Clue One of what it was about. At the height of the song's popularity, an article appeared in, I think, either Life or Look magazine, discussing the song's genesis. And it was there that I first read about the day the music died: February 3rd, 1959, when a plane crash ended the life of this singer named Buddy Holly.

Many years later, I would learn more about Buddy, and about Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper, who perished with Holly in that crash. In '71, I just felt the sadness of "American Pie"'s lyrics, lyrics which mourned Holly while recalling I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride. Devastating. Even at the age of 11, I recognized that song's poignant mix of sorrow, regret, wistful remembrance, and subtle hope. And I wondered to myself: who was Buddy Holly?



I entered eighth grade in the fall of 1972. In '72 and '73, as my interest in pop music continued unabated, I began to look more and more into supplementing my AM radio lifeline by investigating what interesting records might already be in the family collection. Both of my brothers had moved out on their own, and had presumably taken the bulk of their record collections with them (though Art had left the first two Monkees albums behind). My sister was still in college, and I don't remember what records she'd left in North Syracuse and what she'd hauled off to Adelphi University. But there were still some rock 'n' roll gems at the house: a few Beatles albums, a Dave Clark Five single, The Live Kinks, and probably some Grass Roots, Three Dog Night, Gene Pitney, Rick Nelson, and Who. While rummaging through the collection one day, I discovered two little bound volumes of 45s; these little collections of singles had Nancy's name written on them.

As I examined these buried treasures, I made mental notes of the artists' names, both familiar and unfamiliar. I'd never heard of Ivory Joe Hunter, but I was taken with "You Can't Stop This Rocking And Rolling," the B-side to "Since I Met You Baby." I knew Elvis Presley, of course, though it would still be a few more years before I cared about him, and I'd likely heard The Coasters' great "Charlie Brown" on a TV commercial for some oldies compilation. But the most intriguing discovery was a 45 on the Coral Records label: Buddy Holly. "Peggy Sue" and "Everyday." For the first time, I was finally going to hear a Buddy Holly record.

And I was a Buddy Holly fan, just like that.

Both sides of the single captivated me. The hypnotic, rolling percussion of "Peggy Sue," and Holly's repeated, insistent pleading Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue, pretty pretty pretty pretty Peggy Sue, combined to convey sheer, urgent desire. On the flip side, "Everyday" eschewed the earthiness of "Peggy Sue"'s primal plea, and opted for a (seemingly) chaste wish for pure love everlasting: Every day seems a little longer, Every day love's a little stronger, Come what may, do you ever long for true love from me? A rendezvous in the bedroom, backed by an earnest ache to be happy together forever and ever? Yeah. Yeah, I'm good with that.

Throughout eighth grade, each day before school, I tried to make time to listen to both sides of that 45 before grabbing the bus. At some subsequent point, while enjoying my sacred Beatles stash, I noticed that a song on my favorite album, Beatles VI, was written by Buddy Holly. "Words Of Love" was a Buddy Holly song? Ahhhhhh! I couldn't have been more hooked on Holly by that point, but I'd reached a temporary plateau nonetheless. I only knew a mere three Buddy Holly songs, and one of 'em was by Fab Four proxy. It would be a few years before I could advance beyond that.

But Holly days would come at last. There were further Holly proxies to discover first--Linda Ronstadt's "That'll Be The Day" and The Rolling Stones' "Not Fade Away"--and an amazing Holly soundalike, "Sheila," by Tommy Roe, before I could truly discover the wealth of the Buddy Holly catalog. The 1978 film The Buddy Holly Story was an integral catalyst, even though I knew it was largely fiction. But I loved that movie anyway, and it prompted me to buy Buddy Holly and The Crickets' 20 Golden Greats best-of.  "Oh Boy,""Rave On," and "Well...All Right" immediately became fave raves. I received another Buddy Holly collection, He's The One, from my friend Jay, filling in my Holly collection with additional tracks like "Rock Around With Ollie Vee," "You're The One," "Dearest," and "Love's Made A Fool Of You." In 1984, Buddy Holly's "True Love Ways" became my wedding song, so it has a meaning for lovely wife Brenda and me well beyond other pop songs.



I haven't thought of my siblings' late friend Nancy in years. I asked my Mom about her recently, and Mom's face lit up with the memory of Nancy and the rest of my brothers' friends hanging out at our house years ago.  Mom remembered how hard it hit everyone when Nancy was killed. Try as I might, I can't remember Nancy at all. I can't mourn her, but the thought of her too-short life nonetheless inspires a wistful...well, not quite melancholy, but yet another reminder of the tenuous nature of our time in this world. Buddy Holly also died too young. In my mind's eye, Buddy is singing to Nancy right now. Love like yours will surely come way. They say Buddy Holly lives; if that's true, then Nancy Cook lives. too.

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