When I was just 17, I was a frequent client of a bar. When I came in, the waitress had always this present for me: American Pie by Don Mc Lean was the next song
Those were good times, times to read and times to dream –just a little-, time for don McLean and time for Beethoven too –of course-.
Let’s try something different today, my friends. Play it now and let’s continue dreaming:
A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
American Pie album. 1971. Number one in 1972 for four weeks. The song is tribute to the 1959 plane accident that killed Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper.
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
That day died many things and the only sad one is that I cannot remember how many things I forgot those days, happy days in happy dreams, happy yesterdays for the past times of our futures. Are you there, my son? Can you still remember the day the music died?
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Now it’s time for computers and those were times for dreams. They dream with an airplane crashed inside their dreams, we watched it one morning in the TV talking about New York and the two seconds that changed our world. No, there wouldn’t be more whiskey and rye, there wouldn’t be more Kerouac or Salinger. Are we old now, dear Don McLean?
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
We are under the tomb now. Who can listen our voices now? In 1971 I wasn’t born and you was young. I was old now and you continue being young now. What can I do to get that? What can I do to remember that music used to make me smile?
At least, we have still the myths.