I wonder. What is it about a body of work that does not die with its creator? What makes art, art? And why do some creative works stand the test of time and others do not? When we happen across creative “genius” in any walk of life, why is it that we rarely recognize the brilliance operating right in front of our eyes until it is gone?
Fifty-plus years later, Buddy’s music still stands the test of time, both in its original form and as recorded in diverse styles by numerous artists. Is it because of a tragic death at an age too young? Is it because Don McLean memorialized his life by way of a melodic riddle in a song? Or is it because the music that originated in the heart and head of a young man from Lubbock, Texas, was unique, creative, and touched the hearts of millions both then and now? Is it really that good? And if so, how did I miss it?
As my journey to discover Buddy Holly deepened, so too did my appreciation for his music. Much like the word “hero,” people have thrown the word genius around so often that it has lost much of its meaning. I determined early in the writing process that I would not use “genius” in this book—but is it applicable in this case? Buddy’s music is simple, but art is not solely judged or measured by its level of complexity. A case can be made that because his music is simple and still stands the test of longevity is a testament to his genius in and of itself. I’m at the very least open to the idea that maybe there is genius in his music. Millions of adoring fans certainly think so, and still proudly proclaim Buddy Holly was a musical genius. Who knows?
But of everything that I experienced from the stage on the night of the Winter Dance Party, it was the song “Hey, Buddy” and its creator and performer John Mueller that captured my interest. The song brought the event into perspective for me. It brought closure to the evening. It brought Buddy to my intense personal attention. Mueller’s song about the man and legend he portrays squeezed an emotional trigger somewhere deep inside me that I did not know existed and still do not fully understand.
Mueller’s song says many things on a number of levels. If you only scratch the surface, Mueller is simply paying tribute to Holly in a respectful and loving way. The song acknowledges that he is not trying to be Holly, and is simply working to keep Holly’s music and story alive and in our collective consciousness:
“I know your words of love will not fade away, but something’s still missing.”
Of course that missing something is Holly himself. Mueller is right. Holly’s words and music show no signs of fading away.
I think “Hey, Buddy” also demonstrates how much Mueller enjoys playing Holly’s music, not only for his aging fans but for others (like me) who have never really heard him before or paid much attention to his music. I’m a perfect example of how Mueller’s performance turned me into a Holly fan. Does Mueller have this effect on others? Since his performance I have bought a copy of every song I can find that Holly ever recorded, and have also purchased all of Mueller’s songs.
“Hey, Buddy” clearly demonstrates the deep respect John Mueller has for the legend he portrays. Mueller’s own talent as a songwriter and performer comes across with the message, “I don’t need to be Buddy. I’m doing this out of love and respect for the artist I admire and have grown to know well.” Mueller’s talent stands on its own as a singer-songwriter and performer.
I can get to know Buddy through his music and by reading about him and his life. I am sure if I dig deep enough I could probably find friends, family members, and fans that saw him perform live. But I also need to get to know Mueller so I can better understand his words and music.
Maybe then I can get a grip on what is happening to me.