When the Music Dies: Going On

According to Biography.com, The Day the Music Died was on February 3, 1959.

“Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and J.P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson and their pilot Roger Peterson died in a plane crash, a tragedy that has been remembered as “The Day the Music Died.”

As a documentary fan, I’ve heard that saying before and could relate since over the past few years, I worried about music dying for me. I saw him elegantly aging; noticing the heels were replaced with soft sole shoes and the extra sexy curled hair or slicked short cut was changed back to a beautiful natural. Man, I knew this would come but my thought was “Please hold on. I have so much more I need.”

April 21, 2016

No he didn’t just die on me. I need him and on his birthday, it hurts even deeper.

I am not a music aficionado, but I know what moves me. I can’t sing, can’t read music anymore (there was a short time I played clarinet in 5th grade), I’m not a lyricist, but I know what moves me. It was his spirit.

He let me know you can be complicated. You can love God, serve God, do right by others and embrace your individuality. You can have intimate conversations and stay true to your identity. You could challenge yourself and be satisfied with your results even when no one spoke your language. At the Rally 4 Peace, he said when he came back he wanted to stay at OUR hotels and go to OUR dry cleaners. He was supposed to come back and see my success.

He told me I should own what I make and I shouldn’t negotiate on what I value and money ain’t everything. I believed him then and I still do. He was supposed to wait so he could be proud to see how I developed. I’m not done growing. I need his inspiration. I need his song lyrics to help me arrive to deeper understanding and I need his conversation to encourage me to keep pressing on and to help others along the way.

Man, you know this ain’t right.

All I can do now is think about what he had left to say.

All I I can only now is think about what he has already said.

Be creative, be me, don’t settle, don’t do the same thing over and over, keep growing, own my own stuff, don’t be selfish, be funny, enjoy life, and give over to the Spirit.

I can only imagine that he and the Perfect Love are up above watching us fools get it wrong, but I hope when he glances at me, those beautiful brown eyes and that sly smile says “Go on, girl.”