One blogger's reminiscence about
The Day the Music Died for him.
Elvis never died in the popular imagination, what with all the “sightings” and the look-alike industry. When I surfed the Internet just now for a picture–in plentiful supply–his voice emerged from my computer singing You’ll Never Walk Alone. My heart trembled, and I remembered: it wasn’t just his hips or his smile that was sexy and wonderful: it was his voice. Rest in peace, sweet king.
Another speaks of
The Other Day The Music Died
No matter what generation you are from, if you're a music lover, you remember certain events: those of the Baby Boomer's generation remember where they were when Elvis died, those of Generation Jones remember where they were when John Lennon was shot, and those of the MTV Generation remember where they were when it came out that Milli Vanilli were fakes. Different generations tend to remember different things.
If you were an Elvis fan on August 16,1977, I'll bet you can remember with total recall the moments surrounding that horrible news that Elvis had died.
The winning essay this month.... The Day Elvis Died...
I was living in an army ghetto in Europe, surrounded by nineteen and twenty year olds who didn't know. Got back to the States and learned about it from my Mom talking...she took the news hard as did most of her lady friends.
Regards,
Keith