标题：don McLean
人物简介
Don Mclean，美国纽约民谣摇滚歌手。他的歌曲中，以美国派和Vincent最为著名。
“我是个歌手，就这么简单 ─ 唱歌，找歌，写歌，录歌。糟糕的是，最近大家的焦点都放在音乐录像带上，而非歌曲本身。在这个领域里面，音乐的价值被贬低了。当然，棒棒糖也缩水了，政治人物也变笨了，什么地方都看得到代用品。不久以后，人们也不知道自己听的根本不是真材实料的音乐。”—对他而言，音乐尚未死去。他在全世界赢得十二张金唱片单曲、专辑则有二十五张金唱片、十张白金唱片，举行过十次世界巡回演唱会，拥有一大堆经常被人翻唱的名曲，即使如此，一聊起自己的音乐，他仍然充满热情。[1]
人物生平
    Don Mclean(唐.马克林）于1945年10月2日出生于美国纽约。60年代早期Don在纽约州的俱乐部中以灌制唱片开始了他的演艺生涯，大多数时间里，Don是一名游吟歌手。1970年他曾写了一首纪念梵高的音乐献辞《vincent》。Don的首次亮相专辑TAPESTRY同年出版，但没能卖出去。艺术家联合会第二年和他签约并制作了American Pie的第一个增加版（Mulder注：即Extended Version)，这首歌惊人地登上了英国排行榜第二，美国第一的位置。这首歌的同名专辑也获得成功。Don也由此被认为是最有天赋和最有商业价值的新生歌手。尽管开头不错，Don的演艺生涯在70年代中期却陷入了困境，好在他是一名具有强烈自我意识的歌手，1980年他凭借一曲Crying重登排行榜。之后，他的再版旧专辑也引起轰动，他个人也因此而进行大规模巡回演出。80年代以后，Don转向乡村音乐发展，不过仍处于流行音乐的主流。1991年，他那张已有20周岁的专辑 。American Pie出乎意料的重返英国排行榜前20位，这无疑又掀起了人们对他早先作品的兴趣。
经典歌曲
1.《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。
在《American Pie》里，你不仅可以通过歌词联想到Buddy Holly的《That’ll be the Day》， The Monotones的《The Book of Love》，以及The Byrds的《Eight Miles High》等等这些五六十年代的经典歌曲，你还可以从歌词中重温“在路上”的激情与浪漫，赤着脚在体育馆跳踢踏舞的愉悦，在“芝加哥七人案”的审判席上唱起源于哥萨克民歌的反战歌曲《Where Have All The Flowers Gone》的歌手朱蒂?科林斯，还有“小丑”般的Bob Dylan（鲍比·迪伦），“国王” 样的Elvis Presley（艾尔维斯·普莱斯利），“王后”Connie Francis（康妮·弗朗西丝），更有正熟读马克思经典的 John Lennon（约翰·列侬），因听了《Helter Skelter》而率领信众犯下杀人血案的Charles Manson（查尔斯·曼森），你同样可以跟着唐·麦克林的节奏追忆起1970年10月4日死于海洛因中毒的天才白人布鲁斯女歌手Janis Joplin（詹妮斯·乔普林）， 1959年2月3日因飞机失事而不幸英年早逝的摇滚歌手Buddy Holly（巴迪·霍利），1969年在“滚石”的演唱会时被保安活活打死的18岁黑人歌迷。
最后，唐·麦克林唱道：“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” （我最钦仰的三人——圣父、圣子和圣灵，他们都搭乘末班车奔向了海岸，与他们一起，音乐随之而死，和着他们曾经唱过的……”，这也可以看作是他创作这首作品一个不可忽视的题旨，一种垮掉的信仰，一种无以自拨的绝望，这也正是当时美国一代青年的共性特征，就这样，一首歌很容易就打动了一代人。
歌曲赏析及歌词
American PieA 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 drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' 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
Do you believe in rock 'n 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 dancin' 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 singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' 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 Lennon read a book of Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out 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 the 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
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
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
Oh, 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 sacrifical rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
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
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
经典民谣（该段引自词条“American Pie”）　1971年，一直默默无闻的美国民谣歌手Don McLean（唐·麦克林）在灵感泉涌中写下了一首超长的歌曲《American Pie》（美国派），不仅使他一夜成名，而且把他和他的这首作品一直流传到了21世纪的今天。
Vincent文森特starry, starry night
paint your palette blue and gray
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land
now i understand
what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
they would not listen; they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now
starry, starry night
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze
reflect in vincent's eyes of china blue
colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
now i understand
what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
they would not listen; they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now
for they could not love you
but still, your love was true
and when no hope was left inside
on that starry, starry night
you took your life as lovers often do
but i could've told you, vincent
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
starry, starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget
like the strangers that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn, a bloody rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
now i understand
what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
they would not listen; they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now
《Vincent》中文歌词翻译
夜空布满了星星,调色板上蓝灰交映
你穿透我灵魂深处的眼睛，望向夏日的无尽
山影清晰，描绘出水仙树林
积雪空明,捕捉冬日的呼吸
而今
你想说的我已了然于心
你苦于自身的聪灵 
又亲手将其抹杀干净
他们却不知如何聆听
又或许，如今他们会试着相信
夜空布满了星星
燃烧的花朵徐徐坠地
旋转着的紫色云翳
印在你蓝色的眼睛
幻化于每个瞬息
清晨的琥珀色麦田里
愁绪写满了你的表情
再现于你双手的灵气
而今
你想说的我已了然于心
你苦于自身的聪灵 
又亲手将其抹杀干净 
他们却不知如何聆听
又或许，如今他们会试着相信 
他们不能爱你 
而你的爱却始终如一
星夜下的心中不再存有希冀
你结束了自己的生命
正如恋人为爱殉情
而我不曾经告诉你 
亲爱的文森特
这个世界在你的眼里如此美丽
星夜下
你的画像悬在空荡荡的大厅
没有边框，没有姓名
看着这世界和永恒的记忆
就像看着陌生人的偶遇
衣衫褴褛
殷红的玫瑰，银色的刺
破碎在洁白的初雪里
而今
你想说的我已了然于心
你曾苦于自身的聪灵 
又亲手将其抹杀干净 
他们却不知如何聆听
又或许，如今他们再也不会相信
《American Pie》（美国派）
破碎的梦
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.
记忆中，很久以前
那音乐曾让我那么快乐
要是我也有机会，我一定会使人们舞动起来
或许他们也能体会那份愉悦吧