For reasons I do not understand, a post that I wrote in May of 2016 is getting lots of hits and comments, most of which are unprintable. We have 1,032 followers on this blog, not by any means a large number. It is, however, enough that attention has been drawn to the Weird Scenes in Clear Lake post where I insinuate, and then state outright in a footnote, that Buddy Holly’s 2/3/1959 death was faked, long with Richie Valens and “The Big Bopper.”
I am wondering, given the low quality of most of the comments that have come in, if this is the the geratric set, aging fans of the former idol. The writing is childish and the anger at me deep and passionate. Here’s an example from this morning:
Sadly, that is fairly typical. The reference to Otis and Sam are Sam Cooke and Otis Redding. We (Straight and I) did some work on Sam Cooke but I could not be sure of it and backed off. It is permanently “under review.” Cooke’s 1964 death at age 33 was most likely fake, however, as they all are. Otis Redding died at age 26 in 1967, we are told. Ditto.
Why the fake deaths of so many musicians? I’ve often wondered. Here are a couple of my own theories (please add your own):
- Their careers are not sustainable. They are heavily promoted, and just by power of suggestion, anyone can be made a star. But to carry on a long career, continually churning out new hits on a light helping of real talent is just not practical. I don’t think Buddy Holly wrote his own music, and don’t think he was a very good performer. He had to go. (More about “him” later.)
- They are monetizing the body of work, “they” being the promoters and record music executives. John Denver, for instance (fake death 10/12/1997), was not putting out anything noteworthy when he died, but his post-‘death” work has sold in the millions. (I have a theory, that Denver did not write his early stuff, and after his record company cut him loose, he gave songwriting a serious effort, which is why so much of his later stuff was bad.)
- They are reassigned. This is where I lose readers.
Here is where it gets interesting with the Buddy Holly Story. Before I start, I realize that most who read what follows will walk away unconvinced. I am OK with that. I only ask that you not call me names or question my sanity. My conclusions followed my eyes. I did not force any of this on myself. It unveiled itself as I sweated away before a computer screen.
Also, I am not going to bring forth the photo work I did in the past. It is all there in the links provided. At this point, you might want to review the post “Identity Fraud,” which follows what I believe are the reassignments of Buddy Holly, first becoming “Gram Parsons,” and then “David Geffen and Jeffrey Katzenberg. Yes, there were two Buddy Holly’s, twins, two Gram Parsons, and finally they separated and became two individuals, as I view it.
Straight and I worked the Buddy Holly matter very diligently, and only after time and repeated failures did we discover that if we separated them as a set of twins, we could follow the career path. We had tried and failed countless times with Gram Parsons, and also with (him) them things cleared up – when we understood they were two people. Straight is not here anymore, and I cannot vouch for my memories, but I might be alone on the last part of this journey, David Geffen and Jeff Katzenberg. He may not have been convinced. I am. Weird as it is, these men bear such strong resemblances to both Holly and Parsons that I think they are all but two people.
Each of them, Holly 1, Parsons 1, and Geffen, line up precisely. So too with Holly 2, Parsons 2, and Katzenberg. This was some of the most enlightening work I ever did in the face chopping era, and what it told me is what I believe to this day:
All the world’s a stage. All of our famous people are actors. We don’t know their real names, their real background. They probably come from the families, that thing called the Peerage, the thing that the Mathis Group calls “Jewish” and that I suspect may have Egyptian origins. They are given success without having to earn it, but I must add that some of them, Robin Williams for example, are truly talented. Most are not. They are given roles to fill, slots maybe, and when they are used up, they fake their deaths. Most go on to obscure lives, maybe in Santa Catarina, the Brazilian province that has a European population. Some just live on … in obscurity. Karen Carpenter is still with us, but was (I state delicately) not going to win any beauty contests.
What confuses me and throws me for a loop are the lookalikes, what we call the Matt Damon Batch, and which I refer to as Bokanofsky Brats. This group has grown phenomenally since Straight first uncovered it. If these are men and women from the families, they have all turned out to be of the same mold. (There’s more than one mold – compare, sometime when you are bored, Pierce Brosnan and Charley Sheen. They match each other but are not of the Damon mold.)
I am not going to repeat any work done in the past, as it is too tedious and will only tell me what I already know, that something is going on that is well-known within the powers that run the world, and which I do not understand more than just a little.
But if you are one of those who have been hurtling swear words and insults at me in your unpublished comments, you should lighten up! Buddy lives! Both of them!