Today in my rock and roll history class, we learned about Buddy Holly. I love his music, so sitting in an hour and a half class, with the lights dimmed and a huge CDrom presentation projected in front of me with pictures and TV clips of him really excited me. The professor really loves music as well, for within the presentation he placed some home videos of his family going to Buddy Hollys recording studio and sitting in there, listening to the masters of Buddy Holly’s songs. At the very end of the class, he turned the lights off, turned off the screen, and played a person’s account of where he was when Buddy Holly was in the plane crash, and how he and his friends drove down to just stand there for ten hours, knowing that it was the end of rock and roll. It was very touching, and I almost started to cry.