Don McLean
Don McLean
Donald "Don" McLean IIIis an American singer-songwriter best known for the 1971 album American Pie, containing the songs "American Pie" and "Vincent"...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth2 October 1945
CityNew Rochelle, NY
CountryUnited States of America
different albums records
I don't relate to what's left of the music business. There doesn't seem to be any point to it anymore. The business that I grew up in and loved, we made records a different way - there were record companies, there were stores where you could buy albums.
absolutely feeling love
I still absolutely love it. I'm still having a ball. I still have the same feeling I had the first week.
cynical process turn
The process got abused, ... So what do you do about it? Do you become cynical and turn your back on it, or do you do something about it?
song talking yellow
But I knew - in the old days, if a song was a good song, I don't care if it was 'Yellow Submarine' or, you know, or 'The Times They Are a-Changin' or 'Don't Be Cruel', you knew it, you know? You heard that song, and you were talking about it, and you knew it.
fun real teenager
I developed this fantasy world. I found that that was much more fun and more interesting and exciting than real life was to me. Then, once I got the guitar going when I was a teenager, I set sail for the direction I've been in my whole life.
nashville years association
Over the years I've had more and more of an association with Nashville.
jobs school autumn
In the autumn of 1970 I had a job singing in the school system, playing my guitar in classrooms.
song pie hopeful
In a sense, 'American Pie' was a very despairing song but it can also be seen as very hopeful.
stars kids thinking
The kids today all seem to think they should be stars, but I wasn't brought up that way.
grateful people forever
My face on every coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved. My flag is forever waved, by the grateful people I have saved.
evil soul loved-ones
As you sell your soul and sow your seeds, and you wound yourself and your loved ones bleed. And your habits grow and your conscience feeds, on all that you thought you should be.
men reality land
They don't keep their promises in the promised land, its getting mighty hard to find an honest man.
reality space generations
There we were all in one place, a generation lost in space.
summer
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.