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All Baby Boomers are familiar with Don McLean's 1971 hit American Pie. But did you ever totally figure out its meaning?

The following is trimmed from writer Jim Quinn's website, The Burning Platform. I strongly suggest you browse over and read the full version. It's an eye-opener.

In the meantime, here's the short take:

American Pie is the national anthem of the Baby Boom generation. McLean documents the progression of music and national mood with his haunting lyrics. Don McLean was 14 years old in 1959 when he read the bad news on the doorstep. (the deaths of Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper J.P. Richardson, and Richie Valens in a plane crash.) His idyllic life changed on the morning of February 3, 1959 when he read the headline in the newspaper he was about to deliver.

A long long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

McLean's lyrics in this next verse reflect the music of the 1950s with sock hops, slow dancing with girls and making out in pickup trucks. Then it all ended on the day Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and J.P. Richardson died. In the chorus, American Pie represents rock and roll music. His Chevy represents America. McLean and his friends used to drink at a bar called the Levee in New Rochelle, NY. When it closed, McLean and his friends moved on to Rye, New York drinking away their sadness at the loss of Buddy Holly. The final reference is to Holly's That'll Be the Day lyric, that'll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

This next verse begins with a reference to Buddy Holly being dead for ten years. Bob Dylan has assumed the role of the king of rock and roll. McLean thinks he has sold out his folk music roots. He replaced Elvis as the king. McLean wasn't convinced that Dylan deserved this stature. The Beatles hadn't burst onto the scene in the U.S. The funeral dirges refer to the fact that the music of the 1960's didn't measure up to the music of Buddy Holly. The music reflected the disintegration of public trust and reaction to an unsupported war.


Now, for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh and while the king was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing

The next verse refers to Charles Manson's murders inspired by the Beatles song Helter Skelter and the Byrds' Eight Miles High and their subsequent problems with the law over drug use. While Bob Dylan was laid up after a motorcycle accident, other bands tried to take his place. The Beatles' Sergeant Pepper's album changed rock and roll forever. Still, it wasn't music that you could dance to. McLean didn't like drugs or the drug references in music. He saw drugs as evil and a major reason for the decline in American society.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing

Next verse...The one place was Woodstock. The Baby Boom generation was lost in space. They were alienated from their Hero Generation parents. The hippies were lost in their drug induced psychedelic stupor. There was no time left to go back to the good feelings of the 1950s. He refers to the Rolling Stones' Jumpin Jack Flash and the murder of a fan during the Stones' Altamont Speedway Concert by the Hell's Angels during a performance of Sympathy for the Devil. McLean was a religious man. He was angry at what he believed were satanic influences on the music of Mick Jagger and the Stones. The fan was sacrificed while Jagger performed.

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing

The girl who sang the blues was Janis Joplin and she turned away by overdosing on heroine. The sacred store was record stores where they used to let you preview the records in the 1950s before buying them. By the late 1960s they wouldn't let you listen anymore. The teenagers screamed as the National Guard shot them down at Kent State. The church bells were broken refers to all the dead singers. The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and J.P. Richardson. They died and went to heaven.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing

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RK:

Aside from the political/economic viewpoint in the linked article, it might be worth noting that "...Don has never interpreted the lyrics for the public. His view is:

"You will find many interpretations of my lyrics but none of them by me... sorry to leave you all on your own like this but long ago I realized that songwriters should make their statements and move on, maintaining a dignified silence.”..."

So, this is just one interpretation of the lyrics.

Jeffrey Campbell:

"American Pie" should be packaged with "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" and blasted into space, never to be heard again. And if there is room for "Across the Universe" and "The Long and Winding Road", all the better.

We can dispute the intent of the song but it does seem that Don longs for the 50s and sees them as the great time. I deeply respect his opinion but do differ with it. the 60s was turbulent and often with mixed results.
But here is how I see it. the 50s was far too conservative and unrealistic. It was far too trusting and gullible. Music too inhibited.

The kids of the 60s were really tired of it all. They wanted better music, better answers, and tired of hearing empty rhetoric.

Consider how sappy and lame movie and TV plots were in the early 60s and earlier. But movies had to serve up more realism and address more. I really think, compared with the 50s, with the 60s as a transition period, that there was more intelligence and thinking going on that led to much better movie plots. BUt it did not last long.

They went too far in the 60s. They did not just reject the bad, they rejected everything and threw out so much good with the bad. The 60s was a nice mix. but it was not going to stop in a good place.

But while it lasted, the 60s was wonderful. I can't think of a better decade.

I notice some negative visitors as of late. I am sure they have come to rain on our nostalgia parade. They are scared the some warm feelings for the 60s might cause us to think yet again and maybe rethink war once again. Who knows, maybe they are right.

but shall these great critics suggest that life is so much better now than the 60s. I just laugh. I guess recreational drugs are still very popular, eh?

NCeddie:

I read the linked article in full.

Don McLean will probably never interpret his poem. There is no need for him to do so. Writers of merit never have to follow-up their writing with, "what I was trying to say is..." because once is enough. What good writers do is inspire Readers to Think.

Regarding the bigger picture of the article, I for one. miss the active outcries of the college campus. The youth of today are eerily silent. Perhaps they are too caught up in "educating" themselves in financial schemes to actually transform education into tools of thinking. Without their loud, energetic cry, America is voiceless about the horrendous things unfolding within our political and economic system. I have already been pondereing the depth of this Crisis. Even as "official" voices tell us we are coming out of it, I believe what we've seen is only the tip of the iceberg. Hopefully, soon, the populace will look beyond their own purses, THINK, and then Americans will rediscover their Great Voice in the encroaching darkness.

NCeddie
Glad to hear another voice of concern. I see things only getting much worse because we are doing nothing to alter that course and everything to continue the direction we are in. The past can be a great teacher, if we are willing to listen and reflect.
Boomers ought to have good reason to reflect since we knew such a different world and have seen it pass away. I caught the latest episode of Mad Men tonight. Just love seeing that old 60s vibe. Somewhere I read that what we sow, we later reap. It would seem to me that somewhere in the past we went to sleep and started sowing something that got us to where we are now, which is not so good.

I visited the site linked and it was interesting. Yes, our memories don’t go back very far. I noticed this in corporations like LL Bean as well. Corporate memory is often only about 7 years, due to turnover and people moving around. After 7 years, many gone and their learned experience gone, too. They forget their lessons and have to start all over. No one remembers and the little people on the ground floor are never listened to because of course, the highest management knows so much better, even if Mr. Deming says otherwise. Deming came up with the quality circles and total quality sort of ideas which Japan embraced but the USA ignored cause we don’t like to be told what to do, even if we need it.

But really, I see the biggest problem is that most of us do not try to figure out and make sense of our world. We are too busy with beer, sex, and TV, living in the suburbs and proving we are men. We have a poor sense of priorities. And we have reaped what we have sown, I fear.

I guess this is a big reason why I love this site. All those old wonderful memories and but also a chance to ponder how we got from there to here, of all places. Of course in the last week, a few have no liked me pondering such things. They are the ones who have been discouraging people from thinking and asking questions and pondering the past. Thanks for coming along and sharing some good insight. I hope we see/hear much more from you!

I also recall bringing “American Pie” into my 9th grade class to listen to. It went over their heads. Don’s music was rather mature for most teens at the time. It had nothing to do with sex, you know. But that really was a great album, great music. Good link, Ron! Thanks for being a bit patient with me.

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