The Moon Is In The Wrong Place is a record that bears its scars, unflinchingly displays heartache, and yet manages to also tug out threads of hope, happiness in having at least experienced deep love before despair.
Rita The Meter Maid
Patrolling the streets of London gave Rita a heady taste of the Swinging Sixties – even while she upheld the law…
Rita had barely left the police station steps when she saw two long-haired young men running towards a white Cortina parked on a yellow line just past the bus stop.
“Hurry up, it’s the Yellow Peril!” said one as he ducked behind the wheel.
“I never knew Hitler wore a skirt!” His mate gave her a cheeky wink as he slid onto the passenger seat and the car began to move into the traffic.
Rita smiled tolerantly. She’d heard worse and would probably hear a lot more before the day was out.
The
music died early on the morning on February 3, 1959, midway through
the
Winter Dance Party tour whose line-up included some of the
best rock and roll artists of the day. Headliner Buddy Holly had
chartered a four-seater Beechcraft Bonanza to fly him from Clear
Lake, Iowa to Fargo, North Dakota, taking along with him J.P
Richardson (aka the “Big Bopper”) and Ritchie Valens. Bad
weather, a pilot not certified for instrument flying and a new gyro
contributed to the 1 a.m. crash in an Iowa cornfield, killing all on
board instantly.
Charles Hardin Holley, 1936-1959 (Publicity picture for Brunswick Records, public domain)