A Generation Lost In Space

Went to see a production of Richard II at the Shakespeare Theatre Company in DC. My brain is fried -- it clocked in at three hours and fifteen minutes, with the first act alone being just short of two hours. The acting was very good and our seats, in the front row, allowed us to get a good view of their expressions, the spit flying out of their months, and got me hit by flowing robes once or twice. I don't know how they memorize all of those lines, especially since right now the show in repertory with Henry V, meaning all of the actors are performing both shows on different days.

Anway, it's February 3, fifty-one years to the day that Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and the Big Bopper (after Holly's bassist, Waylon Jennings, gave up his seat for him) died in a plane crash. The Day The Music Died.

I actually wasn't really going to comment on the videos at all, but a couple of these are wild. This one is fantastic with "rock and roll specialist" and the creepy prom-dressed kids standing still in the background.


There's almost no actual footage of Richie Valens, but I thought this would be better than just showing Los Lobos.

Dick Clark!

The audience is very subdued, probably stoned out of their minds. I had no idea that Don McLean had such a good voice.