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Your support makes all the difference.Forty years ago this week, during a gruelling tour of the American mid-west, Buddy Holly was killed when the plane which he'd chartered crashed in bad weather
Buddy's Laundry
He wanted to get his laundry done
Ran out of shirts and things like that.
Wanted to sleep in a bed that night
The reason that he took the flight.
The real reason that Buddy died
Is most discussed in touring vans
By tired musicians on the run:
He wanted to get his laundry done.
You don't wanna wake up grubby, cold
Crick-in-your-neck on a fuggy bus
Missing the missus/daughter/son
No. What you need is your laundry done.
And they never tell you in the mags
What any working heart-throb knows;
The ratio of gigs to pants,
It sort of kills the whole romance.
So half-way through the average tour,
The interviews, the jokes, the drink,
They're very nice and all of that
But what you crave is a laundromat.
The brilliant songs and banging set
Hide dirty, pissed-off, homesick boys.
An extra date on the "final" leg
For the goose that laid the golden egg.
And in the end you'll hijack time
Take a plane on a dicey night
With bucket loo and a plywood seat
Just to escape the whiff of feet.
And so the reason Buddy died.
Among those theories going on
Musicians often point to one:
He wanted to get his laundry done.
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