Hey buddy, whaddaya say? I think there’s something wrong with my hearing. My ears are on the fritz. Don’t roll your eyes at me readers. This is the place to tell you. It’s Pet Peeves. I complain here. Old people are expected to talk about their ailments. We have nothing else, but the slippery slope to fall down. But know this readers, you can’t talk me out of seeing, even if I have trouble hearing, the Laguna Playhouse’s musical production of “Buddy-The Buddy Holly Story.” The show runs through Aug. 10.
Buddy Holly’s music career spanned a few years. It tragically ended in a small airplane crash. But what he lost in years he made up for in musical production. He was an inspiration to rock n’ roll legends. The Beatles, Elvis Costello, the Rolling Stones, Don Mclean and Bob Dylan were a handful of musicians who built their music from Holly’s unique technique and style.
Much of his music was built around the down-stroke. This sound appeals to me. It’s not the usual sound that music encompasses. It’s off. I’m off. I read once that when scientists were mapping the human genome, they discovered small electric guitars in our DNA. Other people had microscopic pianos and violins. The scientists showed that the mathematical construct of DNA is the same as the musical construct of Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, and Chopin’s greatest compositions. Music is literally in our bones. This begs the question, “Do you think young people should get an X-ray?”
The show’s director, cast and Playhouse executives are encouraging audiences to come decked out in 1950s attire. This could be a problem for me. Oh no, I still fit into my 1950 clothing. The problem is something else. It’s personal. If you promise me it won’t show up on Google, I’ll tell. I’m not a big guy. At restaurants, waitresses approaching from behind me, more often than not, ask, “Okay ladies what are you having?” to my wife and me. I live with it. But last week I may not be able to. I rented a car at Enterprise. An old guy about 10 feet from me and the Enterprise rep interrupted, “Excuse me. Help. I locked the keys in the trunk.” Then he turned to me and said, “Sorry ma’am for the interruption.” Where does one go from there?
You promised not to send it all over the Internet. You have some nerve readers. Well, I’ll show you nerve. I’m going to the Laguna Playhouse to see the Buddy Holly story. And I’m not going to fight my DNA. I’ll be wearing a smashing poodle skirt and plan to dance in the aisles. Sure, I’ll dance with you. You lead. You’re so manly.
Mark is a transplant to Laguna from Chicago. He occasionally writes the guest column “Pet Peeves.” His recently deceased Border Collie, Pokey, is his muse and ghostwriter.