
Who was this kid from Lubbock--this skinny high school graduate with glasses who was a hit producer, arranger, writer, singer, guitarist, and bandleader at 21?
There was no precedent for an artist like Buddy Holly, though I don't know if he thought of himself as an artist. Like Elvis ("without him none of us would have made it," Buddy said) his band, the Crickets, were comprised of just bass, drums, and guitars. Buddy led his band with his electric Fender. He used the studio as a workshop, trying unusual sounds like celeste, double tracked voices, and box drums. On stage, the Crickets were loud, raucous, and lean. They once played the Apollo Theater for a week straight--the only rock and roll band on the bill--and got standing ovations. Once a star, Buddy sought collaborations with King Curtis, Ray Charles and Mahalia Jackson. Sensing that Greenwich Village might be the next great music scene, he and his wife, Maria Elena, found an apartment near Washington Square. He enrolled in Lee Strasberg's Actor's Studio, made plans for a Spanish language album, and imagined a music center in Lubbock so young musicians, like his protégé Waylon Jennings, could learn the business.
And he's still here. Everyday. I hear the echo of his forward thinking spirit in these strong, thoughtful songs. Buddy wasn’t allowed a long life yet somehow, his songs are all about perspective. They still cut. They still heal. “It’s the beauty of the language I’m interested in” he said. And isn’t it good to be reminded that beautiful things come from everywhere, even a little town in Texas. --PB