The day the music died

30 Abr 2012
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Em 3 de fevereiro de 1959, um avião de pequeno porte caiu próximo a Clear Lake, Iowa, matando três músicos estadunidenses de rock and roll: Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens e J. P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson, assim como o piloto Roger Peterson. Este dia seria definido posteriormente por Don McLean em sua canção "American Pie" como "o dia em que a música morreu" – The Day the Music Died.

Os músicos estavam excursionando na turnê "The Winter Dance Party", projetada para cobrir vinte e quatro cidades do centro-oeste dos Estados Unidos em apenas três semanas, de 23 de janeiro a 15 de fevereiro de 1959. Um dos problemas logísticos era o tempo gasto durante as viagens, pois a distância entre os locais dos concertos não foi considerado quando cada um deles foi agendado. Outro era o ônibus usado para transportar os músicos, não preparado para enfrentar o inverno. Seu sistema de aquecimento quebrou pouco depois do início da turnê, e como consequência o baterista de Holly, Carl Bunch, desenvolveu um caso grave de congelamento nos pés, tendo de ser internado em um hospital. Enquanto ele se recuperava, Buddy Holly e Ritchie Valens revezavam-se na bateria.

O The Surf Ballroom em Clear Lake, Iowa, não estava agendado para ser a próxima parada da turnê, mas seus organizadores, esperando incluir mais datas, entraram em contato com Carroll Anderson, gerente do local, que aceitou a proposta. O show foi marcado para uma segunda-feira, 2 de fevereiro.

Ao chegar no local, Buddy Holly, frustrado com o ônibus de viagem, disse a seus colegas de banda que, terminado o show, ele tentaria fretar um avião para alcançar a próxima parada da turnê, a cidade de Moorhead, em Minnesota. Holly também estaria incomodado por não ter mais camisetas, meias e cuecas limpas. Ele precisaria lavar suas roupas antes do próximo concerto, mas a lavanderia local estava fechada naquele dia.

Ele conseguiu então combinar um vôo com Roger Peterson, um piloto de 21 anos que trabalhava para a Dwyer Flying Service na cidade vizinha de Mason City. Uma taxa de 36 dólares por passageiro foi acertada para que Peterson levasse Holly e mais dois acompanhantes até Fargo em seu Beechcraft Bonanza modelo B35, fabricado em 1947.

Uma das vagas foi oferecida a Dion DiMucci, vocalista do grupo Dion and the Belmonts, mas ele decidiu que não gastaria os 36 dólares da passagem pois aquele era o mesmo valor que seus pais pagavam pelo aluguel de um apartamento, e sendo assim ele sentiu que não poderia justificar a extravagância de gastar aquele valor. Os dois assentos ficariam então com Waylon Jennings e Tommy Allsup, músicos que acompanhavam Holly em sua recém-iniciada carreira solo.

J.P. Richardson, que contraíra gripe durante a turnê, pediu a Jennings que cedesse seu lugar no avião. Jennings concordou, e quando Holly ficou sabendo do trato, brincou: "Bom, espero que esse seu ônibus velho congele". Jennings, também em tom de brincadeira, respondeu: "E eu espero que seu avião velho caia". Este diálogo perseguiria Jennings pelo resto de sua vida.

O  avião decolou por volta de 00:55 (hora local). Pouco depois de 01:00 da manhã, Hubert Dwyer, piloto comercial e dono da aeronave, observando de uma plataforma do lado de fora da torre de controle, viu a luz de cauda do avião descer gradualmente até sumir de vista.

Peterson havia dito a Dwyer que passaria seu plano de vôo à torre de controle por rádio depois da decolagem. Como ele não se comunicou com os controladores, Dwyer pediu que eles tentassem entrar em contato com a aeronave, mas não obtiveram resposta.

Às 3:30 da manhã, quando o Aeroporto Hector em Fargo, Dakota do Norte, informou não ter recebido qualquer sinal do Bonanza, Dwyer contactou as autoridades e declarou a aeronave como desaparecida.

Por volta das 09:15 da manhã, Dwyer decolou de outro avião de pequeno porte para seguir a rota planejada por Peterson. Pouco tempo depois, ele visualizou os destroços do Bonanza em uma plantação de milho pertencente a Albert Juhl, situada oito quilômetros a noroeste do aeroporto.

A aeronave estava em um ângulo levemente descendente e inclinada para a direita quando atingiu o solo a 270 quilômetros por hora. Ela então capotou e derrapou por mais 170 metros na paisagem congelada antes que a massa retorcida de ferragens batesse contra uma cerca de arame farpado nas cercanias da propriedade de Juhl.

Os corpos de Holly e Valens caíram próximos ao avião, Richardson foi arremessado através da cerca e dentro da plantação de milho do vizinho de Juhl, Oscar Moffett, enquanto Peterson ficou preso à cabine. Carroll Anderson, o gerente do Surf Ballroom que levara os músicos ao aeroporto da cidade vizinha e presenciara a decolagem do avião, foi o primeiro a identificar as vítimas.

Autópsias posteriores indicaram que todos os quatro morreram instantaneamente com o impacto.

Investigações concluíram que o acidente foi provocado por uma combinação de mau tempo e erro humano. Peterson, operando em vôo por instrumentos, ainda estava sendo testado nesta especialidade, não sendo habilitado para pilotar em condições climáticas não visuais, que requeriam que operação da aeronave fosse feita apenas por orientação dos instrumentos.

O inquérito final da Civil Aeronautics Board observou que Peterson havia sido treinado em aeronaves equipadas com horizonte artificial, não tendo portanto experiência com o incomum giroscópio indicador de altitude Sperry F3 utilizado no Bonanza.

Para piorar a situação, os dois instrumentos indicavam o eixo de uma aeronave de maneira exatamente oposta; isso levou os investigadores a concluírem que Peterson pode ter pensado que estava subindo quando estava, de fato, descendo.

Eles também descobriram que o piloto não recebeu alertas adequados sobre as condições climáticas, o que, dado seus conhecimentos limitados, poderia tê-lo feito adiar o vôo

The day the music died
Don Mac Lean

A long, 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.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin',
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die."

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The day the music died
Don Mac Lean

A long, 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.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin',
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die."

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