I know Don McLean’s American Pie, or as it’s sometimes called The Day the Music Died, is about the plane crash that killed Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and the Big Bopper in February of 1959 but to me it has always had a different significance. To me “the day the music died” was November 22, 1963. The assassination of President Kennedy, exactly 50 years to the day, is in my opinion the day someone took the needle off the record and slid it across the entire surface… the optimism of America going into the 1960s came to a screeching halt and the relatively innocent perceived “good times” that America had enjoyed following World War II came to a screeching halt and touched off an entire decade of social instability, discontent, extreme changes in everything from advertising to music and general exposure of the filthy underbelly that was America which had always managed to stay hidden beneath the surface. I’m sure there are those who disagree with this theory but I’m holding steadfast to my belief that after Kennedy’s assassination America was never the same. So give American Pie a listen and think of it in terms of what happened in Dallas on this day in 1963, the day the music died. It’s at this point in history that I’d jump back in Doc Brown’s DeLorean, set the date for January of 1946, get that baby up to 88 mph, let the flux capacitor do its fluxing and go back… but that’s just me.