A bit more from Lewisohn on this mystery:
As Paul says:
That was the big occasion – to watch his fingers, see what guitar he
had, to see if he played the chords right, to see how he did that solo
in Peggy Sue, see whether he used a capo or not, all the various
technical things – that was where you got the info.
And John:
I only saw them on the London Palladium (on TV). He was great! It was
the first time I saw a Fender guitar! Being played! While the singer
sang!! Also the ‘secret’ of the drumming on Peggy Sue was revealed…
live… We did practically everything he put out. What he did with ‘3’
chords made a songwriter out of me!! He was the first guy I ever saw
with a capo. He made it OK to wear glasses! I WAS Buddy Holly.
With such enthusiasm, it is astounding they didn’t go to see him in
person when it was so easy to do so. At four o’clock that afternoon,
John came out of the art college and Paul and George came out of school
and though Buddy Holly – Buddy Holly! – was just a couple of hundred
yards along the same street, all the way over from Texas and rehearsing
in ‘the Phil’ with the Crickets and his drool-over Fender Stratocaster
guitar, they turned and went home. Then, after tea, they took a series
of buses up to the Morgue.
This is marginally less surprising for John than the others: he
hadn’t been to any concerts and was never interested in them, or in
photographs, autographs, fan clubs or any of the paraphernalia
associated with stars; as he often said, he was only ever interested in
the record. But George had been to quite a few rock and roll shows at
the Empire, enthusing over artists he held in much lower regard than
Holly, and Paul had paid a small fortune to see Bill Haley and been ever
keen to queue for autographs outside stage doors. He said a few years
later that he waited outside the Empire for the signature of Wee Willie
Harris – this must have been during the week commencing 31 March, when
Harris was in Liverpool to star in the ill-conceived and poorly received
touring show Stars Of 6.5 Special At The 2I’s. Eleven or so days after
ignoring his eternal hero Holly when he was just across the street, Paul
went to the bother of hanging around in town for the autograph of the
silly Willie, a ‘2i’s discovery’ who was but a quaint pink-haired parody
of American rock stars, a vaudevillian villain whose first stage show
was reviewed by the NME as ‘He sang six numbers, or was it the same
number six times?’