{"id":10157,"date":"2012-08-27T14:31:49","date_gmt":"2012-08-27T19:31:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/yimcatholic\/?p=10157"},"modified":"2017-01-24T17:57:10","modified_gmt":"2017-01-24T22:57:10","slug":"todays-the-day-the-music-died-music-for-mondays","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/yimcatholic\/2012\/08\/todays-the-day-the-music-died-music-for-mondays.html","title":{"rendered":"Today’s the Day the Music Died (Music for Mondays)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

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For me, anyway. No, I\u2019m not talking about Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and the Big Bopper, who Don McClean sang about in American Pie<\/em>. No, I mean the day the music died for me. It was on August 27, 1990, when Stevie Ray Vaughn died in a helicopter crash at the age of 35. \u00a0SRV boarded a chopper after a show shorty after midnight for a quick hop to an airport, only the pilot flew into a low hill and \u00a0the best guitar player in the world\u00a0was taken from us.<\/p>\n

So I\u2019m remembering Stevie Ray Vaughn, one of my favorites, as long time readers know. Many may dispute my calling him the best guitar player in the world at the time. Rollingstone<\/em> lists him as #12<\/a>. \u00a0But the truth is, he may have been the best guitar player ever.<\/p>\n

Jimi Hendrix, you say? Stevie could do Jimi.<\/p>\nhttp:\/\/youtu.be\/OEJh2FFUUoU<\/a>\n

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B.B. King, you counter? Stevie could play like that.<\/p>\nhttp:\/\/youtu.be\/raSky8DV090<\/a>\n

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Stevie Wonder? Checkmate.<\/p>\n