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COOL PEOPLE -Don McLean And The Meaning of American Pie 1971


Meaning of American Pie by Don McLean



A Wonderful presentation of very well-matched photos to the lyrics.  I’m a big fan over many years of McLean, and I’ve been singing along to these lyrics for over 30 years since my college days.  However, I learned a lot of connexions (never understood before now) of his lyrics to happenings, albums, other musicians, and political figures.  Saw Don McLean one time at Waterloo Village in N.J. I love the guy.! Van gogh is my favorite artist and as a tribute to him I have a large tattoo of a sunflower on my back!


my sunflower tattoo-a tribute to Van Gogh

http://youtu.be/VhX3b1h7GQw 1971

Vincent — Don McLean (in HD)

“Vincent” is a song by Don McLean written as a tribute to Vincent van Gogh. It is also known by its opening line, “Starry Starry Night”, a reference to van Gogh’s painting The Starry Night. The song also describes different paintings done by the artist.

McLean wrote the lyrics in 1971 after reading a book about the life of the artist. The following year, the song became the number one hit in the U.K. and No. 12 in the U.S.

In 2000, PBS aired Don McLean: Starry, Starry Night, a concert special that was filmed in Austin, Texas.


starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

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.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they’ll listen now.

starry night
flaming flo’rs 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.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they’ll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the stranger that you’ve met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they’re not
list’ning still
perhaps they never will.


Don Mclean preforms his beautiful song “And I Love You So”.

Cesarea, Israel. January 1979.




HIWAY AMERICA -Bizarre Art Inside Abandoned Sandy Hook Bunker N.J.

HIWAY AMERICA -Bizarre Art Inside Abandoned Sandy Hook Bunker N.J.

Bizarre Art Inside Abandoned Sandy Hook Bunker

Sandy Hook is a 6-mile long peninsula jutting from the New Jersey coast into the Atlantic Ocean at the northern tip of Monmouth County. Now a major recreational destination, Sandy Hook was for many years anything but that. It has served in many capacities during its long history, most of them military operations at Fort Hancock. The Hook’s close proximity to New York City and her waterways makes this spit of land an ideal point from which to defend the metropolis and its harbors.

These days people flock to the Hook to enjoy activities like swimming, sunbathing, fishing and surfing. But years ago the activities on those same beaches would have been army drills and target practice with heavy artillary. Today, vestiges of Sandy Hook’s military past, including mortar batteries, amunition trasport tracks and other reminders of the old base, can be found thoughout the area. One very strange remnant is a particularly weird concrete bunker that Weird NJ readers have wondered about for several years now. But first, before we tell you about that, a little bit of history…

From 1874 until 1919, Sandy Hook was used as a proving ground for the military’s latest experimental weaponry. During the Second World War, a nine-gun battery was constructed to keep an unblinking eye on the waterways leading to Manhattan.  This enormous fortification was intended to keep the harbor area safe from attack by enemy ships and German U-boats. During the Cold War the Hook was the site of a surface to air Nike Missile base.

The Hook was demilitarized in the mid-1970’s and handed over to the National Park Service. Unfortunately, with only enough funding to maintain isolated corners of the facility, most of the complex has fallen into a state of dire disrepair.  The once stately houses of Officers’ Row now look like a delapidated ghost town.  The battlements of the old fort, now merely a labrynth of concrete ruins, lie crubling along the shoreline sanddune, bearing silent witness to a battle that was never fought here.

Vines of poison ivy climb the rusting radar towers of the former missile base, where the control rooms, once a buzzing hub of state of the art military technology, are now as quiet as a tomb, the switches and knobs of their control panels covered in a layer of dust.

Perhaps the strangest and most curious sights to be seen among these post wartime military relics can be discovered along the beach on the western side of the Hook, where the waters of the bay lap against an area of seldom visited shoreline. Here you will find enormous arch-toped concrete structures, each with a single doorway leading inside. They rest askew at the water’s edge, foundering in the soft sand that cradles them. Though you’d never guess it to look at them today, these massive oddly shaped structures were once a vital part of the Fort Hancock’s arsenal. This is where the dynamite for the gun batteries was stored, far enough away from the batteries themselves that in the event of an explosion, the guns, shells and other ordnance would not be destroyed. The massive munitions bunkers were once buried beneath tons of sand with only their single doorway exposed. But time and innumerable tides have changed the Sandy Hook shoreline over the years, patienly wearing away at the western beaches. Now, these huge concrete storage bins, which were once underground, lay prostrate like beached leviathans, fully exposed to the open air and ebb and flow of the salty bay.

Crossing over the darkened threshold and entering the bunker you are transported into a dark cavernous space, its sandy floor littered with the flotsam of decades of high tide debris. As your eyes adjust to the darkness of the cave and begin to trace the curve of the high arched ceiling down to the waterline you will see that the concrete walls are adorned throughout with brightly colored, primitive looking murals reminiscent of ritualistic tribal artwork. These eerie amorphous characters, spray-painted in bright primary colors, depict a variety of human and animal hybrid creatures; there are canine bodies with human heads, and vice versa, winged birdmen, and three-headed deer-like creatures. Many of the characters display other living creatures trapped within their bellies, as if having been recently devoured.  Several of the images bear a striking resemblance to primitive tribal ceremonial masks, while other seem more reminiscent of the abstract work of Pablo Picasso.

It is definitely a weird scene! But what do all these anthropomorphic pictograms mean? Are they symbolic of something spiritual or metaphysical that we just don’t understand? The fact is that we don’t really know––perhaps the only person who does know is the artist who emblazoned these works on the walls of this isolated place. Many readers of Weird NJ magazine have speculated that the painting are voodoo related and were perhaps created in this lonely location for the secret rituals that could be conducted here. What we do know for sure is that the murals have been here for many years, and they are certainly not the handiwork of some common graffiti tagger or vandal. They are unquestionable the work of an accomplished artist, whether he or she is naïve or trained is a matter for artistic debate.

Weird NJ first published photos of this strange gallery nearly ten years ago, and to date nobody has yet stepped forward to claim credit as the creator of this bizarre menagerie. Until they do these unusual paintings will remain a mystery. But their presence here, in this odd historic structure on an isolated windswept Sandy Hook beach, make this bunker one weird place indeed––both inside and out!