On Monday I went to the National Zoo with some friends. It was pretty spectacular. My favorite part was the great cats exhibit. The lions were roaring - kind of. It sounded like a low growl and bark, like some dogs do. Either way, it was still awesome. We also got to watch them eating rabbits! Don't worry, it wasn't as gruesome as it sounds.
Buddy Holly, born Charles Holley, was a performer since childhood. His official musical career began in 1965, when he was signed to Decca, but was cut short when he died 3 years later, in 1959. Though he was only around for a short time, he was a catalyst in the rock music genre - even being the innovator of the traditional rock band set up of two guitarists, a bassist, and a drummer. He also started the tradition of rock artists writing and performing their own music (The Beatles were another band that helped solidify this as a rock standard).
Buddy Holly died on February 3, 1959, a day known as "the day the music died". He had been on a winter tour and decided to rent a plane with some other musicians because of the miserable bus conditions. Unfortunately, the plane crashed, killing the pilot and three passengers - Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens. You can read more about it here.
Don McLean's album American Pie - and the song itself - are a dedication to Buddy Holly.
Several artists have paid tribute to Buddy Holly, including M. Ward, The Rolling Stones, Don McClean, The Beatles, who covered Words of Love, and John Lennon, who covered Peggy Sue - and supposedly began wearing glasses as a tribute to Buddy Holly. Another interesting tidbit: Paul McCartney owns the rights to Buddy Holly's songs.
I've been getting into the Beatles again - meaning I've finally stopped listening to Buddy Holly and Don McLean nonstop. I discovered this gem on one of the records I picked up last week, and love it.
I also bought TIME's tribute to Paul McCartney, who turned 70 two days ago, on the 18th. Actually, even before reading this, I've been starting to pay more attention to Paul. I mean, he really does have killer vocals - think Helter Skelter, Hey Jude, Let It Be. Needless to say, I've been a pretty happy camper.
finished reading The Journals of Sylvia Plath (next: conquer Crime & Punishment so I can reward myself with Harry Potter 5-7)
drank super sugary caramel coffee
listened to Peter, Paul, and Mary on vinyl
read poems by Oscar Wilde next to an open window (and overheard my neighbors making bird calls).
Now I am bored. I haven't taken many photographs lately. I'm starting to miss it, but I don't know what to take pictures of - I feel I've exhausted my resources. I need to go somewhere new, do something new (crossing my fingers for D.C. next weekend). I'd also really like to be part of a photo shoot.
I have a serious problem - but at least it's not an expensive one. I love thrift store shopping. I can find tons of stuff for so cheap. This week, I got nine records for $8 (although they did take a lot of cleaning before they would work - but hey, it's worth it for The Beatles and Bob Dylan), seven books for $6 (thank you, library book store!), and two coffee mugs for 50 cents (I'm so addicted to coffee mugs...it will come in handy for after dinner coffee - you know, someday when I have my own house and throw dinner parties...).
(Okay, this one actually came in the mail, but I'm so excited for it, so I'm sharing it! Also...I'm beginning to realize how well the title depicts my personality...)
SO excited for these. Are any of y'all Agatha Christie fans?