美國民謠：Don McLean和美國派American Pie

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美國民謠歌手Don Mclean（唐.麥克林）於1945年10月2日出生在紐約，是充滿理想主義色彩的天秤座人。他從十幾歲開始，就在紐約當地的民謠俱樂部裏自彈自唱了Crying等經典歌曲。之後很長一段時間，他在一艘往來於美國東海岸各港口之間的帆船上繼續他的彈唱生涯。在輪船上的這段時間裏，他為自己是否要跟隨前輩皮特西格（美國著名民謠歌手）而自我鬥爭著。1970年左右，也就是唐.麥克林25歲的時候，他在MediaArts旗下發表了他的首張個人專輯“Tampestry”(掛毯），此時他已經寫了那首著名的“Vincent”（星夜），但並未在此張專輯中發表。第一張專輯銷售平平，市場反響寥寥，所以唐.麥克林隻能繼續在小學校等地方賣唱。

在“Vincent”被許多唱片公司拒絕後，1971年唐.麥克林帶著“American Pie”（美國派）這首歌卷土重來。主打同名曲“American Pie”是唐.麥克林在靈感泉湧下譜寫的一首超常歌曲。歌曲浸透著濃重的民謠和流行味道，但卻是一首哀歌，懷念的對象是英年早逝（23歲）的貓王同時代人物Buddy Holly。1971年發行的American Pie專輯，在美國專輯榜的冠軍寶座停留了七周，並在英國專輯榜停留了一年多。這首史詩一般的“American Pie”，不僅使他一夜成名，為他帶來了排行榜冠軍，而且使他和他的這首作品一直流傳到了21世紀的今天。

“American Pie”堪稱一首史詩式的作品，縱觀全球樂壇，能將一首長達8分34秒的歌曲唱得不僅不讓人生厭，還讓人們津津樂道並傳頌幾十年的現象可謂少之又少，而唐·麥克林和他的“American Pie”就做到了，如果作品裏沒有引人入勝的敘事性、沒有內蘊幽遠的深刻性，很難相信人們真會傻呆呆地將這麽長的時間消耗在一首歌曲裏。

“American Pie”是用音樂記錄美國六十年代曆史的一首史詩，沒有春風得意的讚美，也沒有針鋒相對的批判，有的隻是在輕快的民謠節奏中娓娓地道來——那裏麵有整整一個時代美國人所見、所思、所想，以及所經曆的往事，而事實上正是這樣不帶主觀評述的質樸歌聲，最終打動了一代又一代的美國人，甚至是美國以外的人。

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～American pie～

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
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'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(*)

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(*)

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(*)

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(*)

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 the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing(*)