Buddy Holly is better than Elvis
I’m in Lubbock, TX right now. The home of Buddy Holly. You know, Elvis was the King and all, but at the end of the day I like Buddy Holly more. He never became a joke. Of course, he may have become one in later years, but even if he hadn’t died in that plane crash I don’t think he would’ve been a Las Vegas freak show. I certainly can’t see him singing That’ll Be the Day in a glittering leisure suit with a butterfly collar.
I’m not saying Elvis sucks. Relax. I paid my respects a couple weeks ago. I’m just saying Buddy Holly was the one with street cred. Elvis was the one with everything else.
I drove eleven hours from Alabama to Dallas yesterday. Not my longest ever, but I was a little tired when I loaded in to Opening Bell Coffee. I began my first set and noticed some people in the crowd seemed to recognize the songs. So, after I finished and took a short break, I went up to them. Turns out, one guy saw me in New York and bought all the music I had available at the time. He just moved to Dallas, came to see me, and requested Maybe Tonight. Another girl saw me in Atlanta when I opened for Drivin N Cryin at The Roxy. She had just moved from Nashville to Dallas, and is starting a booking company with a friend.
I think one of my greatest fears is that my songs will never be heard. That I will be insignificant and obscure.
Each time I see more people out at shows, get messages on Myspace, Facebook, etc. or run into someone randomly that has heard my music that fear goes away a little more.
You are my weapon against obscurity.
And you know what?
We’re winning.
We are all in this together.