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美国民谣歌手Don Mclean（唐.麦克林）于1945年10月2日出生在纽约，是充满理想主义色彩的天秤座人。他从十几岁开始，就在纽约当地的民谣俱乐部里自弹自唱了Crying等经典歌曲。之后很长一段时间，他在一艘往来于美国东海岸各港口之间的帆船上继续他的弹唱生涯。在轮船上的这段时间里，他为自己是否要跟随前辈皮特西格（美国著名民谣歌手）而自我斗争着。1970年左右，也就是唐.麦克林25岁的时候，他在MediaArts旗下发表了他的首张个人专辑“Tampestry”(挂毯），此时他已经写了那首著名的“Vincent”（星夜），但并未在此张专辑中发表。第一张专辑销售平平，市场反响寥寥，所以唐.麦克林只能继续在小学校等地方卖唱。
在“Vincent”被许多唱片公司拒绝后，1971年唐.麦克林带着“American Pie”（美国派）这首歌卷土重来。主打同名曲“American Pie”是唐.麦克林在灵感泉涌下谱写的一首超常歌曲。歌曲浸透着浓重的民谣和流行味道，但却是一首哀歌，怀念的对象是英年早逝（23岁）的猫王同时代人物Buddy Holly。1971年发行的American Pie专辑，在美国专辑榜的冠军宝座停留了七周，并在英国专辑榜停留了一年多。这首史诗一般的“American Pie”，不仅使他一夜成名，为他带来了排行榜冠军，而且使他和他的这首作品一直流传到了21世纪的今天。
“American Pie”堪称一首史诗式的作品，纵观全球乐坛，能将一首长达8分34秒的歌曲唱得不仅不让人生厌，还让人们津津乐道并传颂几十年的现象可谓少之又少，而唐·麦克林和他的“American Pie”就做到了，如果作品里没有引人入胜的叙事性、没有内蕴幽远的深刻性，很难相信人们真会傻呆呆地将这么长的时间消耗在一首歌曲里。
“American Pie”是用音乐记录美国六十年代历史的一首史诗，没有春风得意的赞美，也没有针锋相对的批判，有的只是在轻快的民谣节奏中娓娓地道来——那里面有整整一个时代美国人所见、所思、所想，以及所经历的往事，而事实上正是这样不带主观评述的质朴歌声，最终打动了一代又一代的美国人，甚至是美国以外的人。
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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(*)
