Nostalgia trips to 50 years ago strain the memory a bit.
I'd just turned 13 when Holly died and I didn't own a record player then. I had a little trannie for Radio Luxembourg but there was little by way of rock on the Beeb. I think it was still Saturday SKIFFLE Club back then.
TV had the Billy Cotton Band Show with Breezy slaughtering, sorry, covering some of the big hits but opportunities for me and many others to hear the real stuff were confined to visting friends who had record players, cramming into listening booths in record shops,
the annual fair or the jukebox in the coffee bar - the latter being a den of iniquity of course. This is what I heard. Of course, the story could be wrong.
I do recall the affection shown by us Brits to the guys like Holly, Cochran, Vincent and the Everlys, who bothered to make the trip over here, unlike Elvis, sadly constrained by the dreadful Colonel.