
Buddy Holly on the Ed Sullivan show in the 1950s
February 3, 2009:
Fifty years ago today, The Music Died.
“The Winter Dance Party” was a multi-act rock and roll tour. The tour featured Buddy Holly with a new back-up band; namely, Tommy Allsup on guitar, Waylon Jennings on bass, and Carl Bunch on drums. In addition to Buddy and his band were Dion and the Belmonts, J.P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson, and Frankie Sardo. None of the other performers had backing bands, so Buddy’s backup band filled in for all the shows.
The Winter Dance Party tour was at The Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa the evening of February 2, 1959.
The boys normally traveled by bus, but their bus had engine problems and was without a heating system. It was during the middle of a cold Midwestern winter. In the 1950’s, heaters were NOT installed in automobiles and busses as a standard item. They were an extra cost option. This bus may have had a system but, if so, that system was broken. The boys did not look forward to traveling in that frigid bus.
To avoid the bitter cold, Buddy Holly chartered a plane to fly himself and two of the boys in his band from Clear Lake to their next gig in Moorhead, MN. Waylon Jennings, then a bass guitarist, was talked out of his seat on the plane by The Big Bopper, who was running a fever and had trouble fitting his stocky frame into the bus seats.
Tommy Alsup, now 77, lost a coin toss for a seat on the doomed plane (or did he win?) to Richie Valens.
Waylon terribly regrets his last words to Buddy Holly.
Buddy Holly: “I hope you freeze to death on the bus!”
Waylon Jennings: “Well, I hope your plane crashes.”

Buddy Holly performs in the 1950s.
The plane took off just after 1:00 am on Feb. 3 in what was supposed to be a 300-mile flight to Fargo, N.D. The flight lasted only minutes. The plane crashed about 15 miles northwest of Mason City, Iowa, on a private farm.
The 21-year-old pilot had a vertigo problem, was not certified for instrument flight, and was unfamiliar with the craft’s updated instrumentation.
The artificial horizon indicator (gyroscope) provided information in a non-standard, non-intuitive fashion, out-of -step with the pilot’s standard, intuitive displays.
The conditions were pitch-black with snow. Even though ceilings were relatively high, nothing could be seen out the window.
Not knowing the plane was partially inverted, the pilot flew the plane into the ground at a 60 degree angle at 170 mph.
The bodies were intact, but the remains showed complete structural failure of the skeletal system. Death was instantaneous.
I am unable to confirm a report that, fifty years later, the wreckage is still stored somewhere in northern Iowa.
Charles Hardin Holley (22), Jiles Perry Richardson (28), and Richard Valenzuela (17) were joined together for eternity with the 21-year-old pilot, Roger Peterson.

A poster of Buddy Holly hangs in the entrance of the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa.
Holly’s wife was pregnant when the crash took place. Her immense grief caused her miscarriage two months later. I have always wondered if the child was to be a little boy or a little girl, Buddy’s sacred gift to the world.
Clear Lake is 360 miles away from Chicago. It is mainly west and a little north of Chicago, in northern Iowa. Fifty years later, the weather is unchanged.
The crash site has a huge replica of Buddy’s black glasses on display, telling all that this is the spot. Today there is a heavy, pure white blanket of snow over the field. In his time, Buddy himself was respectful and courteous, with a character as pure as the snow covering the area of his demise.
Today the temperature is cold,
in the teens.
The Sun is bright.
It is beautiful.
The darkness is within those
who miss him
and who loved him
and who knew him personally.
After fifty years,
most of those are already gone,
having already joined Buddy,
wherever he is.

A poster showing Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and “The Big Bopper” hangs in the Surf Ballroom.
Don McLean’s 1972 Number 1 hit “American Pie” dubbed February 3 as “The Day The Music Died”. McLean was a 13-year-old paperboy when the plane went down. He wrote:
A long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance,
And maybe they’d be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver,
With every paper I’d deliver,
Bad news on the doorstep…
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the music died.

The dance floor in the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa, the small northern Iowa town where the boys gave their last performance.
Sonny Curtis wrote:
The levee isn’t dry
And the music didn’t die
Because Buddy Holly lives
Ev’ry time we play rock n’ roll
Requiestat in Pace

Buddy Holly
The Pilot:
The pilot was an Alta, Iowa native named Roger Peterson, age 21. “He was a young man who built his life around flying,” the Civil Aeronautics Board reflected in its official report following the crash. He had begun flying at age 16, had his license just after graduating high school, and by 21, had over 700 hours of flight experience, and a year as a charter flight pilot and flight instructor under his belt.

Roger Peterson
The eldest of four children, Peterson had married his high school sweetheart, Deanne Lenz, the September before. They had just established a home in Clear Lake. A passionate and respected young pilot, his career seemed assured.
The airport received no radio transmission after the plane took off. It was found in a remote field the next day, after the young pilot’s boss took out another plane to trace the route. Peterson was found still in the cockpit of the ruined plane, with the bodies of the three singers strewn in the 500-foot long path of debris.



The Crash itself edited from information provided by OKGuy and Beachboy:
The plane being flown was a pilot’s airplane, the aerodynamic Beechcraft Bonanza, a Model P painted red-and-white.
The young pilot may not have been well-trained and was definitely not trained on the new instruments in the craft, yet he was flying a hot Bonanza.
The plane’s nose dropped slightly, causing airspeed to build, even more so with the clean aerodynamics of the Bonanza. A wing also dropped a little. These conditions put the airplane is in a descending turn, and its speed was building. The Bonanza is in the initial phase of a spiral.
It’s dark outside. The pilot cannot see the horizon. He may not have known in which direction he was turning.
Getting out of this initial phase is normally a matter of leveling the wings first and raising the nose second, being sure to use smooth control inputs. But with good habits not yet ingrained in this new pilot and with also the pilot being surprised, it was his natural instinct to “pull back” when approaching the ground, thus raising the nose so as to go higher but doing so mistakenly without first leveling the wings.
Raising the nose when straight-and-level raises the nose upward. But raising the nose in a turn raises the nose in the direction of the turn, making the turn tighter and adding more G forces. The Bonanza is now in a fully developed spiral or has accelerated past red-line airspeed.
Everyone in the very small cabin is sitting closely together. The pilot may have lost the confidence of the passengers who may have been out of control themselves, creating a further distraction the pilot didn’t need.
But the plane can still be saved. First level the wings, then raise the nose, and do so smoothly. The only thing to be done quickly is to close the throttle. But the new pilot is scared to death! He incorrectly pulls back hard on the yoke in an attempt to raise the nose, but instead he tightens the turn further, adding more G-forces to the stressed airplane.
He may have thought he was banking up into the snowy sky, when he was actually banking down at high speed.
The tail separates from the craft due to overloading. It moves up and unloads the wings. The wings then fail from the sudden reversal of the wing-loading. The airplane comes apart, first the tail, then the wings, in the blink of an eye.
Our friends die.
This was the pattern of Bonanza break-up accidents in those days due to loss of control. That’s why Bonanza’s were called “Doctor Killers”. Doctors could afford them, but they didn’t have the skill level to fly them properly. They bought them as their first airplane, before they had the experience – a condition known as having the check book but not the logbook. The Buddy Holly accident fits a common pattern of aircraft accidents in those years.
Part of the tail was found 1/4 mile away and a wing was found 1/2 mile away.

The monument set up near the spot where the plane crashed, killing all aboard.

Flowers adorn a memorial at the spot where the plane crashed.
Holly’s funeral was held on February 7, 1959 at the Tabernacle Baptist Church in Lubbock, TX. His body was interred in the City of Lubbock Cemetery in the eastern part of the city. Holly’s headstone carries the correct spelling of his surname (Holley) and a carving of his Fender Stratocaster guitar.

Holly was tall, lanky, and bespectacled. He looked like an ordinary guy who simply played and sang well, and part of his appeal as a rock & roll star was rooted in how unlikely he looked in that role.
Holly was specifically responsible for popularizing — some would say elevating to mystical, even magical status — the Fender Stratocaster.
The crash was considered a piece of grim but not terribly significant news. Most news organizations were run by men who didn’t take rock & roll seriously; however, disk jockeys and teenagers were stunned and overwhelmed. Holly stands eternally innocent, both personally and in terms of the times in which he’d lived.









