Original released on LP United Artists UAS-5535
(US, May 1971)

Don McLean's
second album, "American Pie", which was his first to gain recognition after the
negligible initial sales of 1970's "Tapestry", is necessarily dominated by its
title track, a lengthy, allegorical history of rock & roll, because it
became an unlikely hit, topping the singles chart and putting the LP at number
one as well. "American Pie" has remained as much a cultural
touchstone as a song, sung by everyone from Garth Brooks to Madonna, its title
borrowed for a pair of smutty teen comedies, while the record itself has earned
a registered three-million plays on U.S. radio stations. There may not
be much more to note about it, then, except perhaps that even without a crib
sheet to identify who's who, the song can still be enjoyed for its engaging
melody and singable chorus, which may have more to do with its success than
anything else. Of course, the album also included "Vincent," McLean's paean to Van Gogh, which has been played
two-million times. Nothing else on the album is as effective as the hits, but
the other eight original songs range from sensitive fare like "Till
Tomorrow" to the sarcastic, uptempo "Everybody Loves Me, Baby." "American
Pie" - the album - is very much a record of its time; it is imbued with the
vague depression of the early '70s that infected the population and found
expression in the works of singer/songwriters. "American Pie" - the
song - is really a criticism of what happened in popular music in the '60s,
and "Vincent" sympathizes with Van Gogh's suicide as a sane comment
on an insane world. "Crossroads" and "Empty Chairs" are
personal reflections full of regret and despondency, with the love song
"Winterwood" providing the only respite. In the album's second half,
the songs get more portentous, tracing society's ills into war and spiritual
troubles in "The Grave" and "Sister Fatima." The songs are
made all the more poignant by the stately folk-pop arrangements and McLean's clear, direct tenor. It was that voice, equally
effective on remakes of pop oldies, that was his salvation when he proved
unable to match the songwriting standard set on "Tapestry" and this collection. But
then, the album has an overall elegiac quality that makes it sound like a final
statement. After all, if the music has died, what else is there to say?