October 8, 2014 – I was recently asked to choose some of my favorite films with libertarian messages. Below is a (by no means definitive) list of ten films that provides rich insight into the heart and soul of libertarianism. The criteria? Simply a film containing a libertarian lesson to be learned, whether intended by the filmmakers or not.
Office Space (1999).
Office Space acknowledges the desire of most Americans to be free from the often miserable drudgery of their working lives. Office Space offers a critique of corporate culture and trickle-down conformity, revolving around the emancipation-of-sorts of Peter, an office drone who leaves behind the things that crush his imagination and capacity for happiness. Added bonus: Office Space is especially cathartic for anyone who has ever wanted to take a ball-bat to an office printer. Though this violates the libertarian Nonaggression Axiom, it still represents a freedom of-sorts. Either way, as the mullet-sporting Lawrence might say: “F*ckin’-A.”
To Kill a Mockingbird (1962).
The reason for this inclusion is simple: equal freedom and justice for all — the heart, soul, and head of libertarianism.
Star Wars (1977).
A rag-tag group of “rebel” freedom-fighters voluntarily join together to fight the evil “empire” – The State. Good (freedom) versus evil (force — The State). Good wins. “The Force” is not force at all, but rather voluntary, cooperative action directed toward the ends of freedom, peace, and prosperity. “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…” is right here, right now. Time to “restore freedom to the galaxy…”
Director Alexander Payne’s dark comedy skewers American culture and politics. The story centers on a high school election for student body president, and touches on the soul-stifling conformity of compulsory education, bureaucracy, and suburbia. Mathew Broderick plays an uninspired and restless civics teacher overseeing the election, giving a wink to the possible decades-on fate of his once-youthful and innovative character Ferris Bueller. And Jessica Campbell’s Tammy summons a libertarian message, delivering an honest mockery of the proceedings to a packed gymnasium. She might as well be addressing the current political class in DC.
A Bug’s Life (1998).
This from Pixar, is a spin on Aesop’s Fable – The Ant and the Grasshopper. A Bug’s Life stands as a cautionary tale against the evils of socialism. The productive ants work hard all year, storing for winter. The grasshoppers produce nothing, then come to forcibly confiscate the fruits of the ants’ labor. Many Americans have increasingly learned to do likewise through the voting booth. Our politicians have been doing it far longer. Watch the clip. See the grasshoppers as the parasitic politicians, and the ants as the American taxpayers. This is what your politicians on both sides of the aisle truly think of you: “Those puny little ants outnumber us 100 to 1, and if they ever figure that out, there goes our way of life!”
Dr. Strangelove or How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Bomb (1964).
Libertarian in that it illustrates the absurdity of men scheming to kill men. Stanley Kubrick at his best. A satire of power, the Cold War, the existential madness of the burgeoning military-industrial complex, and nuclear annihilation. America’s “leaders” ironically sum their own absurdity: “Gentleman, you can’t fight in here, this is the War Room.” Also, Slim Pickens rides a nuclear bomb like Seabiscuit.
V for Vendetta (2005).
This film, released in the midst of W’s military adventures and assaults on civil liberties, offers a blistering critique of The State. Under Obama, it’s urgency has grown. V is speaking directly to you, right here, right now: “…there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? …if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense…” It must be noted though, that the anarchic V’s acts of “terror” are not in accordance with the libertarian Nonaggression Axiom. And, many libertarians look far more favorably on secession and independence than revolution, which historically replaces tyranny with more tyranny.
At first glance, this may seem an odd inclusion. But the pulse of the film can be found in the libertarian-analysis-fueled monologue of Donald Sutherland’s character X: “The organizing principle of any society, Mr. Garrison, is for war. The authority of the state over its people resides in its war powers.” Director Oliver Stone raised more questions than answers. But Stone planted a very serious seed of doubt concerning the truly unbelievable conventional narrative of JFK’s assassination, and worked to unmask the reality of The State in the process. Maybe Stone should next set his sights on the Federal Reserve.
The Outlaw Josie Wales (1976).
The timeless wisdom of Clint Eastwood’s Josie Wales: “Governments don’t live together. People live together. Governments don’t give you a fair word or a fair fight. I’ve come here to give you either one. Or get either one from you… I’m saying that men can live together without butchering one another…”
All Quiet on the Western Front (1930).
Considered by many to be the greatest anti-war film of all time, which makes it one of the greatest libertarian films of all time. Offers a sobering critique of warfare-state nationalism and institutionalized propaganda. The WW1 era teacher implores his students: “Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.” Lew Ayres’ Paul comes back from the front, confronting his former teacher with a heart-wrenching argument to the contrary.
What do you think of the libertarian merits of these 10 films? Feel free to comment and let me know what films I missed.
Nonaggression Axiom http://wiki.mises.org/wiki/Principle_of_non-aggression target=”blank”
Anatomy of the State http://mises.org/easaran/chap3.asp target=”blank”
For a New Liberty http://mises.org/rothbard/newlibertywhole.asp target=”blank”
In the following article, the author displays an anti-American prejudice. For example, he notes that he owns a “prized book . . . that recounts the glory of Saddam Hussein’s victory over the United States in 1991.” Later, he notes “four incidents [contrasted to the Benghazi incident of 2011], [in which] those committing the acts of brutality were wearing an American flag on their shoulder.”
On the other hand, the alleged lies and cover-up of the Benghazi incident (which the author at least acknowledges) by the Obama administration is a case-in-point. Who profited by Benghazi? Who is the victor who will write the history books? Who will care?
The ten Orwellian quotes hold truth for all–not just for haters of America. Politics begets partisanship which begets prejudice. The quotes, from whatever partisan or non-partisan worldview one holds, apply to all and are worthy of reflection by all. –SB
THE DAILY SHEEPLE / Wake the Flock Up!
10 George Orwell Quotes that Predicted Life in 2014 America
September 22nd, 2014
George Orwell ranks among the most profound social critics of the modern era. Some of his quotations, more than a half a century old, show the depth of understanding an enlightened mind can have about the future.
“In our age there is no such thing as ‘keeping out of politics.’ All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred and schizophrenia.”
Though many in the modern age have the will to bury their head in the sand when it comes to political matters, nobody can only concern themselves with the proverbial pebble in their shoe. If one is successful in avoiding politics, at some point the effects of the political decisions they abstained from participating in will reach their front door. More often than not, by that time the person has already lost whatever whisper of a voice  the government has allowed them.
“All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.”
Examining the nightly news in the run up to almost any military intervention will find scores of talking heads crying for blood to flow in the streets of some city the name of which they just learned to pronounce. Once the bullets start flying, those that clamored for war will still be safely on set bringing you up-to-the-minute coverage of the carnage while their stock in Raytheon  climbs.
“War against a foreign country only happens when the moneyed classes think they are going to profit from it.”
It’s pretty self-explanatory and while it may be hard to swallow, it’s certainly true. All it takes is a quick look at who benefited  from the recent wars waged by the United States to see Orwell’s quip take life.
“The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.”
My most prized books are a collection of history books from around the world. I have an Iraqi book that recounts the glory of Saddam Hussein’s victory over the United States in 1991. I have books from three different nations claiming that one of their citizens was the first to fly. As some of the most powerful nations in the world agree to let certain facts be “forgotten, ” the trend will only get worse. History is written by the victor, and the victor will never be asked if he told the truth.
“In a time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
Even without commentary, the reader is probably picturing Edward Snowden or Chelsea Manning. The revolutions of the future will not be fought with bullets and explosives, but with little bits of data traveling around the world destroying the false narratives with which governments shackle their citizens.
“Journalism is printing what someone else does not want printed: everything else is public relations.”
Make no mistake about it; if an article does not anger someone, it is nothing more than a public relations piece. Most of what passes for news today is little more than an official sounding advertisement for a product, service, or belief.
“In real life it is always the anvil that breaks the hammer…”
In every conflict, it is not the side that can inflict the most damage, but the side that can sustain the most damage that ultimately prevails. History is full of situations in which a military “won the battles but lost the war.”
“The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, but he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them.”
Haditha. Panjwai. Maywand District. Mahmudiyah. These names probably don’t ring a bell, but it is almost a certainty that the reader is aware of the brutality that occurred in Benghazi. The main difference is that in the first four incidents, those committing the acts of brutality were wearing an American flag on their shoulder.
“Threats to freedom of speech, writing and action, though often trivial in isolation, are cumulative in their effect and, unless checked, lead to a general disrespect for the rights of the citizen.”
Everyday there is a new form of censorship or a new method of forcing people into self-censorship, and the people shrug it off because it only relates to a small minority. By the time the people realize their ability to express disapproval has been completely restricted, it may be too late. That brings us to Orwell’s most haunting quote.
“If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever.”
Once the people are indoctrinated with nationalistic beliefs, and the infrastructure to protect them from some constantly-changing and ever-expanding definition of an enemy is in place, there is no ability for the people to regain liberty. By the time all of the pieces are in place, not only is opportunity to regain freedom lost, but the will to achieve freedom has also evaporated. The reader will truly love Big Brother.
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a calmed soul has she.
Once, she made me a salad
as sweet as a ballad—
as a ballad of a calmed sea.
An activist for the left
who suffers peace, bereft,
peace from a nation of war.
She hones her penned-fightings,
confiding me with the writings,
that her writings be twofold forged.
With her compatriots, I disagree
wholeheartedly, freedom by nature they reject.
Regardless, I’m still free to edge a sword
by which one day I may be gored,
gored by those she’d elect.
My niece Nicole has a gentle soul,
a calmed soul has she.
Once, she made me a salad
as sweet as a ballad—
as a ballad of a calmed sea.
by S.A. Bort / 28 July 2013
First hummingbird arrived today,
tomorrow the first of May.
Hummingbird hearts, amazingly, beat the fastest.
Forecast of snow for overnight
near nine-thousand feet of height.
Our springs seem unschooled dismissing a guest.
A quilt of snow now graces the ground,
this year’s “Aprill” gone to the devil’s hound.
Snow melts—”shoures sote” and wildflowers sure to follow,
purple-robed, yellow-stamined pasque flowers first to rise.
Easter prayers, for weeks now, empowering spirit-sewn skies.
Winter’s heart beats slow yet will find it’s sorrow.
Cerulean waters and rich earth of green
from the spheres beyond are all that’s seen—
a lonely planet without fiery flames, like the sun.
Rocky heights here and depths of marsh,
from there must seem absurdly harsh—
yet bounded our shores be, lusted over, perennially won.
by S.A. Bort
photo by S.A. Bort / 1 May 2013
Tim Burton and Johnny Depp could have chosen numerous ways to approach their remake of Dark Shadows. The original show was absolutely loved by all who followed it, and it’s still a cultural document that characterizes the pivotal period between 1966 and 1971. Yearly conventions have been held since the show went off the air. Books are still being written about it.
Instead of translating that love into what holds people together during dire circumstances and fears and supernatural questions and frights–maybe the path that The Sixth Sense took, or even the Twilight Series, or anything with a serious framework, Burton and Depp chose the absolutely most innane approach possible–to make silly fools of the characters and of the whole 1970s culture that followed the demise of the show.
Why they would choose to poke fun at what was a revolutionary concept at the time–a soap opera about vampires, witches, werewolves? This was almost 50 years before Twilight and Underworld, and it was scheduled on TV for exactly the time when kids got out of school. That’s right, I said kids. Here was a show with fangs and blood and murder and stakes driven in hearts, and kids were running home from school to watch it on public TV (there was no cable at the time), and most parents not only let us but watched it with us. There were no videotapes or DVR’ing then; it was a time of the day we lived for–not for a laugh-fest, but to communally immerse ourselves into it.
There was nothing campy about it to us. At the age of 11 – 16, I and others saw it as an alternative universe to the one we lived in–the one in which Malcolm X was shot to death in a church a year earlier in 1965 by the Nation of Islam with both a sawed-off shotgun and two handguns for preaching unity between blacks and whites; the one in which the terrorist SDS (Students For A Democratic Society) were crafting improvised explosive devices (IED’s) and razor blade studded potatoes to ethnically cleanse the “blue meanies” of society that they hated, in the name of peace, love and happiness.
Dark Shadows at least made sense in that Barnabas was evil because of a curse placed on him by Angelique. Why was the Nation of Islam evil? They weren’t cursed by Angelique. Why were the SDS supposedly fighting for peace, love and happiness, and yet they were killing and maiming innocent people. They weren’t cursed by Angelique, were they? Maybe I missed something back then. The world of Dark Shadows made sense in a way that our own screwed-up world didn’t.
You would think that Burton and Depp would have had the vision to put two-and-two together to make an important statement instead of a silly juvenile laugh-fest.
[see my blog: Malcolm X’s “The Ballot or the Bullet” for more.]
The Nation of Islam supposedly stood for God and yet they were shotgunning those who veered from the party line–those like Malcolm X who saw a nation inclusive of blacks and whites. The SDS supposedly stood against war and for peace and yet they were bombing and maiming their opposers. “Helter Skelter” and “Gimme Shelter” indeed! Sorting it out then was almost impossible. Who were the good, the bad and the ugly? In Dark Shadows, you knew the answers.
Sorting it out now leads one into the territory of political incorrectness, because it’s the remnants of the SDS who largely advise our government now [ see http://www.city-journal.org/2008/eon0629df.html ] and who still desire to ethnically cleanse the “blue meanies” of opposers to their political agendas in the name of peace, love and happiness. Members of the 1960s SDS/Weather Underground, Bernardine Dohrn, Mark Rudd, Bill Ayers and Jeff Jones have all served in giving advice within the President Obama administration. Frances Fox Piven, involved with the 1960s SDS, now advises the direction of the Occupy Movement.
[see my blog: Spring 2012: Lucifer Rising and Other Sound Tracks? for more.]
Ron Paul says: “Truth is Treason in the Empire of Lies.” That has never been more true as now. He also quotes Psalms 120: 6-7, “Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace. I AM FOR PEACE but when I speak, THEY ARE FOR WAR.”
Barnabas was cursed by Angelique, making him a good guy who was cursed to do evil things. Angelique was evil, but so dang tempting and seductive, and those eyes of hers–mama mia! Anyway, in Dark Shadows, people acted contrary to their inner goodness, and people without goodness may have succeeded for awhile, but they ultimately got their just desserts.
Burton and Depp were major fools to choose to make clowns of these characters instead of relating their fictional otherworldly existence to the reality of the otherwordly existence of the late 1960s and then to take it a step further to our current otherworldly existence in this most bizarre (and deja vu) election year of 2012. (Perhaps they’re cowards to appear “politically incorrect”–or worse…)
Just like Barnabas and Angelique, fated lovers, here we are again in a battle of lies, deceits and struggles for worldly power, eternal power–or eternal death.
But, there will be no eternal rest for Barnabas:
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Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace. I AM FOR PEACE – but when I speak, – THEY ARE FOR WAR! – Psalm 120:6-7
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[American Pie Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFssEv5LqsU&feature=related — SB]
Understanding AMERICAN PIE
by Jim Fann, November 2002
In the autumn of 1971 Don McLean’s elegiac American Pie entered the collective consciousness, and over thirty years later remains one of the most discussed, dissected and debated songs that popular music has ever produced. A cultural event at the peak of its popularity in 1972, it reached the top of the Billboard 100 charts in a matter of weeks, selling more than 3 million copies; and at eight and a half minutes long, this was no mean feat. But this was no ordinary song, either: boldly original and thematically ambitious, what set American Pie apart had a lot to do with the way we weren’t entirely sure what the song was about, provoking endless debates over its epic cast of characters. And these controversies remain with us to this day. But however open to interpretation the lyrics may have been, the song’s emotional resonance was unmistakable: McLean was clearly relating a defining moment in the American experience—something had been lost, and we knew it. Opening with the death of singer Buddy Holly and ending near the tragic concert at Altamont Motor Speedway, we are able to frame the span of years the song is covering—1959 to 1970—as the “10 years we’ve been on our own” of the third verse. It is across this decade that the American cultural landscape changed radically, passing from the relative optimism and conformity of the 1950s and early 1960s to the rejection of these values by the various political and social movements of the mid and late 1960s.
Coming as it did near the end of this turbulent era, American Pie seemed to be speaking to the precarious position we found ourselves in, as the grand social experiments of the 1960s began collapsing under the weight of their own unrealized utopian dreams, while the quieter, hopeful world we grew up in receded into memory. And as 1970 came to a close and the world this generation had envisioned no longer seemed viable, a sense of disillusion and loss fell over us; we weren’t the people we once were. But we couldn’t go home again either, having challenged the assumptions of that older order. The black and white days were over.
Bye bye, Miss American Pie.
The 1950s are fondly remembered as a kind of golden age in American history, a charmed moment in time when the country seemed more confident and hopeful than it has ever been. A period of unprecedented economic prosperity, it was the era when the majority of Americans, freed from the constraints of the Great Depression and World War II, took some time off from the uncertainties of life to simply enjoy themselves; and in a long, giddy parade of marriages, babies, automobiles, suburban homes and kitchen appliances, celebrated their achievement of the American Dream. Never before had the wealth of a nation been so widely distributed. But American enthusiasms during these years were rooted in more than just the good things that money could buy. Allied victories in World War II had been great moral victories for the country as well, and as the United States rose to economic and political world dominance in the postwar years, national pride went soaring right along with it. Americans at mid-century were mighty impressed with America—and happy for awhile:
“In that era of general good will and expanding affluence, few Americans doubted the essential goodness of their society. After all, it was reflected back at them not only by contemporary books and magazines, but even more powerfully and with even greater influence in the new family sitcoms on television. These—in conjunction with their sponsors’ commercial goals—sought to shape their audience’s aspirations. However, most Americans needed little coaching in how they wanted to live. They were optimistic about the future.” —From The 1950s by David Halberstam”
The same cannot be said of the 1960s. Just as the fifties was an era of great optimism and consensus, the sixties became its antithesis, as the black and white values of the status quo embraced by the previous generation—the sense of the “essential goodness” of American society—no longer rang true. Emerging from the civil rights issues that had been simmering since World War II, and spurred on further by an unpopular war in Southeast Asia, this generation’s dissatisfaction with American culture grew markedly more pronounced, as many of the assumptions about the society we were born into were called into question:
“…the civil rights and antiwar and countercultural and woman’s and the rest of that decade’s movements forced upon us central issues for Western civilization—fundamental questions of value, fundamental divides of culture, fundamental debates about the nature of the good life.” —From The Sixties: Years of Hope, Days of Rage by Todd Gitlin
The rules were changing. And so was the music. As American values were shifting through this period, a corresponding shift can be observed in rock ‘n’ roll, as it moved away from the exuberant simplicity of the 1950s to the more literate and politically charged subject matter of the 1960s. And as the music reflected these changes it also became symbolic of them, producing a defining musical figure at each major turning point: Bob Dylan at the more cerebral beginnings of the radical sixties, the Beatles during its more idealistic middle period, and the Rolling Stones closer to its anarchic end.
So even though American Pie appears to chronicle the course of rock ‘n’ roll, it is not, as is sometimes suggested, a mere catalogue of musical events. In using the cast of rock ‘n’ roll players from the 1960s and setting them against the backdrop of Buddy Holly’s death, they become polarized—metaphors for the clash of values occurring in America at this time: Holly as the symbol of the happier innocence of the fifties, the rest as symbolic of the sixties’ growing unrest and fragmentation. And as each verse sums up chronological periods in time—the late 1950s, 1963-66, 1966-68, 1969, 1970—another blow against the happier innocence of another era is registered: another day the music dies.
The song can be divided into roughly 5 sections: the prologue (verse 1), which looks back from the early seventies and introduces the catalyst for the story about to unfold; Act 1 (verse 2), which, along with the chorus and verse 1, establishes the 1950s as the reference point for the rest of the song; Act II (verses 3 & 4), in which the story builds on the growing conflicts of the 1960s; Act III (verse 5), the apocalyptic climax of the story; and the epilogue (verse 6), the song’s coda.
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 / 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
As the 1960s come to a close, we find the narrator nostalgic for the music of his youth and the simple, joyous spirit it once brought him. He then turns his attention to a seminal event—the death of some key figure in music history—that shattered his joy. It is well known by now that Buddy Holly is this individual, having died in a plane crash [on February 3,] 1959. [Please see my previous blog from 12.20.2012 for fascinating details on the plane crash, the survivor and the tour that continued on with Bob Dylan on keyboards: “Dion: Life and Near-Death On The Long and Winding Road –SB]
Though this is by far the simplest verse in American Pie, it is nonetheless a crucial one (along with verse 2), as it sets up the drama that is about to unfold. The narrator here is nostalgic for a simpler and more optimistic kind of music—a music that can make people smile, and that could help them forget their troubles—and a music that very much represents the happier optimism of the 1950s in America. He also identifies Buddy Holly by the month of his death (February) and the “widowed bride” he left behind. As the embodiment of this music, Holly’s passing had a profound effect on him: as it will become clearer in the next verse, this music and the simple innocence and optimism of it has its corollary in the psychology of America in the fifties, so that the day the music died becomes the day the innocence and optimism died—blow number one. Holly’s death was a watershed for him, and is the pivot around which the song will turn.
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie / Drove my Chevy to the levee / But the levee was dry / Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye / Singing “this’ll be the day that I die, / This’ll be the day that I die.”
The Long Goodbye:
A primary key to understanding American Pie can be found here in the chorus, as the theme of America’s lost innocence is most clearly stated.
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
“Miss American Pie” is “as American as apple pie,” so the saying goes; she could also be a synthesis of this symbol and the beauty queen Miss America. Either way, her name evokes a simpler time in American life when these icons held more meaning. She is the America of a passing era, and he is bidding her farewell.
Drove my Chevy to the levee / But the levee was dry
“Drove my Chevy to the levee” alludes to a drive “along a levee” mentioned in a series of popular 1950s Chevrolet television commercials sung by Dinah Shore:
Drive your Chevrolet through the USA, / America’s the greatest land of all / On a highway or a road along a levee / performance is sweeter / nothing can beat her / life is completer in a Chevy
[Dinah Shore Chevy commercial: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQ5tKh0aBDc&feature=related –SB]
and which serves as a signpost to that era—just as the Chevrolet itself is a familiar icon of 1950s America. Also, given that a drive to a levee carries the suggestion of romance in a car, we can almost see him on a date here. But the date is over, the levee is dry—someone he once loved has betrayed him; something that once gave him sustenance has evaporated.
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.”
The bottles are raised to the good old days, as “them good old boys”* of Lubbock, Texas mourn the death of their favorite son, Buddy Holly; these figures could also symbolize a more naïve view of the world. But most significantly, “This’ll be the day that I die” is a rewording of the line ”’Cause that’ll be the day when I die” from the chorus of Holly’s hit That’ll be the Day, in which the singer fears the worst should his love leave him: for the narrator, his love has left him, and this is McLean’s way of both mourning the death of that music and way of life, and pointing to Holly as his symbol of it.
* [The original inspiration for the chorus of American Pie may well have come from a little known incident that is purported to have occurred in McLean’s youth: A bar called The Levee in his hometown of New Rochelle, N.Y. had closed during McLean’s early adult years, forcing him and his drinking buddies across the river to Rye, N.Y. for refreshments. “Drove my Chevy to the Levee but the Levee was dry” would then take on a more prosaic meaning, as “them good old boys” would be drinking whiskey in Rye. I have chosen to go with a more symbolic interpretation of the chorus, but this idea seems to fit too, albeit on a much more personal level. This story has been examined and supported well by Mark Jordan.]
So “Miss American Pie” represents a simpler, more innocent time in American life, but that time has passed—she is no longer with him. To quote Buddy Holly:
You say you’re gonna leave / You know it’s a lie / ‘Cause that’ll be the day when 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
The Good Book:
The narrator now reaches a little further back in time to the days of his youth, the late 1950s—a time of sock hops, pickup trucks and pink carnations—as he courts a woman who ultimately spurns him. This is a fickle lady here, and the narrator questions her loyalties. An important verse in that it also introduces a religious metaphor that will echo throughout the rest of the song.
Did you write the Book of Love
This is a woman of some importance to the narrator—and if she may have written the Book of Love, she is most likely a symbolic figure, as these lines from the 1957 hit by The Monotones, The Book of Love, suggest:
Tell me, tell me, tell me / Oh, who wrote the Book of Love? / I’ve got to know the answer / Was it someone from above
He then asks her where her loyalties lie—does she have an unquestioning faith in the established order (“if the bible tells you so”), or will this change?
And do you have faith in God above / If the Bible tells you so
This kind of unquestioning faith also has its corollary in the simpler faith Americans once held in the American way of life, a belief that had many convinced during the 1950s that they were living in God’s country. But who is this woman? Because we will see her rejecting the narrator by the end of this verse, it is safe to say that she represents American herself, as we were about to leave behind the placid conformities of the 1950s for the radical changes awaiting us in the next decade. Though not explicitly stated, she is most likely Miss American Pie.
Do you believe in rock ‘n roll / Can music save your mortal soul
The music now becomes an object of faith, carrying forward the religious imagery of the preceding lines. Faith in the music now replaces faith in God: essentially what is being said here is that the music of this particular period will be standing in for a simpler religious faith, which as previously mentioned represents the simpler, unquestioning innocence of the time. This metaphor of the sacredness of the music will be encountered again and again as the song unfolds—from “the sacred store” (where he’d heard the music years before) to the broken church bells, the “Father, Son and the Holy Ghost,” and even their antithesis—”Satan laughing with delight.” From this point forward, whatever is couched in religious terms (with one exception in verse 3) can be seen as referring back to this music, which in turn is a metaphor for the happier innocence and faith of the 1950s.
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
This is a romantic dance. He is courting her. The slow dance itself is yet another reference to the fifties and the kind of dancing that went out of fashion in the following decade; it also alludes to the slower pace of life in America at this time.
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
A picture of a sock hop from the fifties—when high school gyms were used as venues for school dances, where the students danced in their socks to preserve the polished wood floors. We see the narrator being rejected here, as the object of his affection finds comfort dancing with another. She has stood him up, leaving him behind with his flower and his truck: she has moved on beyond this era (the pink carnation and the pickup truck), leaving the narrator alone and stranded. Bye bye Miss American Pie.
This verse helps us to further identity Miss American Pie, whose brief introduction in the chorus needed this additional exposition; and which, along with verse 1 and the chorus, also serves to establish the 1950s as the reference point for the rest of the song. In so doing, McLean characterizes the period primarily through its musical symbol (Holly), using him and the music (“those rhythm and blues”) as a metaphor for the innocence of the times, and a sacred thing. The “day the music died” now takes on the significance of a lost faith in the values of a passing era and the sorrow the narrator feels at their passing: blow number two. Having personified America as a woman, “Bye bye Miss American Pie” now more clearly becomes a farewell to the America he once knew.
So now the song is set up, and we can begin to make some sense of what is about to unfold. From the next verse onward, the narrator steps back and sets this music (i.e. this other era) against the musical figures of the sixties and the changes they represent in American culture during these years.
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
The Royal Court:
Having previously established the world the narrator grew up in, he now becomes an increasingly disillusioned observer. Bob Dylan, representing the forces of revolutionary change that are brewing in American society at this time, is this verse’s primary musical figure, and is used as a symbolic challenge to the older social order represented by Buddy Holly and Elvis Presley. But by the end of this verse, the Beatles—practicing in the park—are readying a revolution of their own that will sideline Dylan later in the song.
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own / And moss grows fat on a rolling stone / But that’s not how it used to be
Though this verse takes place between the years 1963 and 1966, these first lines look back from the year 1970—ten years or so after Holly’s death. “A rolling stone gathers no moss” is an old cliché used to describe someone who never puts down roots, but here the cliché is turned on its head, reflecting how the wholesale rejection of conventional values had become commonplace by 1970—and that’s not how it used to be. This line could also foreshadow the anarchy that the Rolling Stones’ Mick Jagger symbolizes at the song’s climax in verse 5. By 1970 we had lost our way, it seemed. To quote Bob Dylan:
How does it feel / To be on your own / With no direction home / Like a rolling stone?
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
Following on the previous reference, the Jester here is commonly associated with Bob Dylan, and who is further identified by the James Dean coat he wears on the cover of his late 1963 album The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan—the setting of which also intentionally plays off of the Dean persona, as seen in the photograph below. This also dates the opening of this verse close to the year 1964—a significant year, following as it did the assassination of John Kennedy, and considered by some the year the radical sixties began. Dean is best remembered as A Rebel Without A Cause in the film of the same name—an image of alienated youth and rebellion that fits with Dylan’s role in the music of this period. The “voice that came from you and me” further identifies him—not only did his music work on a more literate and introspective level than anything attempted before in rock ‘n’ roll music, but it was also sung with (and I’m being charitable here) a distinctly unpolished voice. But most importantly, his was the voice of his generation—our voice—as much of his more popular work of this period were songs of protest, putting him at the political forefront of this increasingly rebellious generation. And finally, the Jester is a trickster figure in mythology, serving to advise royal authority through undermining it—certainly a role that Dylan seemed to fill. So Dylan heralded a new order emerging in popular music, and by analogy, the promise of a new order in the culture at large.
The King is a title commonly given to Elvis Presley—the “King of Rock ‘n’ Roll”—who dominated and epitomized rock and roll up to this point in time. The Queen, though a few names have been suggested for her (Connie Francis, Aretha Franklin), is more likely a figurehead here, as there was no corresponding “Queen of Rock ‘n’ Roll” at this particular time. What seems most likely here is that the image of a royal court is being suggested—the Jester having gone before the court of rock ‘n’ roll to challenge its dominion by Presley. And as the “music” in American Pie is synonymous with the culture of America, a similar challenge is confronting the country, as the younger generation challenges the assumptions of the older order it grew up with. This notion is amplified further in the next lines.
And while the King was looking down / The jester stole his thorny crown / The courtroom was adjourned / No verdict was returned
Presley, as the former voice of a more benign kind of alienation and rebellion to the youth of the 1950s, had by this time become somewhat old news, as this generation anointed Dylan their new spokesman. But even as the poet was in the vanguard of the developing shift away from rock ‘n’ roll’s earlier, simpler thematic roots, the jury was still out on the outcome of America’s emerging cultural revolution—no verdict was returned. As Dylan emerges as rock ‘n roll’s new spiritual leader, the thorny crown is an apt symbol; this is perhaps too a picture of the price of fame.
Another interpretation is also suggested at this point in the song, as the King and Queen can now be seen as President John F. Kennedy and the First Lady, with Kennedy’s alleged assassin Lee Harvey Oswald . . . taking over the role of the court Jester. President Kennedy’s idealism and wit, the First Couple’s youthful vigor and good looks, and the popularity of the Broadway play “Camelot” during these early years of the 1960s inspired the media and the public alike to romanticize the Kennedy presidency as a model of King Arthur’s court. President Kennedy’s assassination in the fall of 1963 by Lee Harvey Oswald could then be seen as the Jester stealing the King’s crown, figuratively robbing him of his authority, but perhaps even going so far as to suggest the crown of the president’s head being blown off by Oswald’s bullet. The “no verdict was returned” would then be referring to the suspicious circumstances surrounding the president’s murder, followed at the end of this verse by the “dirges in the dark” of his national mourning. But even more than the sobering reality of his murder, Kennedy’s death dealt a harsh blow to the nation’s morale, severing the old postwar innocence and optimism and replacing it with a growing cynicism towards American culture and government. With this interpretation, however, the music as the metaphor of change briefly collapses in the song. What is most likely here is that McLean chose these lines to reverberate off other historical events of the period—a tactic we’ll encounter again as the song unfolds. But either way, the world the narrator once knew is changing.
And while Lennon read a book on Marx / The quartet practiced in the park
As the sixties revolution builds, rock moves towards a more political and social role, mirroring the changing political climate that would increasingly come to embrace a kind of socialism for America—hence (John) Lennon (of the Beatles, of course) reading a book on (Karl) Marx. And as the writings of Marx proved so influential in Russian leader Vladimir Lenin’s thinking and his role in the Russian Revolution of 1917, the idea of a cultural revolution in the works is obvious. The “quartet” seems to be a reference to the Beatles, juxtaposed as it is to Lennon’s name, and their famous 1966 farewell concert at San Francisco’s Candlestick Park, which marked a turning point in their musical development: retiring from the public eye and the simpler music they came to prominence with, the Beatles grew more and more experimental in their output around this time, and would soon come to significantly change the shape of rock ‘n’ roll, just as Dylan had done before them. Practicing in the park is preparing for this revolutionary role (as is Lennon reading a book on Marx), as their influence on the youth culture of America was about to become even more pronounced. Practicing in the park also foreshadows the football game of the next verse. But for now, Dylan remains the voice of his generation.
And we sang dirges in the dark / The day the music died
So the older musical order as symbolized by Presley and Holly had begun slipping away around this time; and in the wake of all the social unrest and generational conflicts emerging in the 1960s, so too was the older, simpler social order of the 1950s which they represent. The narrator sings a funeral dirge mourning one more step in the passing of the world he once knew: another day the music of that era dies—blow number three.
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter / The birds 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 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
The Players’ Field:
We now move into the most explosive period of the radical sixties, between the years 1966 and 1969. Where only a few years before the social and political system had been solid (if a bit petrified) and largely unchallenged, by this time it had begun to come considerably undone; an unpopular, ill-defined war in Southeast Asia only served to fan the flames. Increasingly, the established American culture itself was being viewed as an enemy in need of transformation, and this generation responded by growing more and more revolutionary. And once again the music was mirroring these changes, as the Beatles—influenced by the emerging Counterculture and their own forays into eastern mysticism and drugs—began to significantly alter the shape of rock ‘n’ roll, much as Dylan had before them; they were, in fact, replacing Dylan as the voice of their generation.
As the sixties revolution gathered momentum, the youth movement itself also gathered more players, as the more organized and pragmatic unity of the Civil Rights Movement and the New Left (largely represented by the Students for a Democratic Society [SDS], and more or less symbolized by Bob Dylan in verse 3) began fragmenting into the Women’s Rights, Black Power, Antiwar and Counterculture movements; the Progressive Labor and Revolutionary Youth Movements; as well as their militant sub-factions: the Black Panthers, The Weathermen, Up Against the Wall, M****rf*****s (yes, that was their name)—all seeking, to one degree or another, to influence the course of American culture. But of all of these it is the Counterculture that looms largest in our memory. Though they did not achieve much politically, their style of dress and behavior were enormously influential, as were the drug, sexual and spiritual freedoms they espoused—all of which were in-your-face affronts to the more staid, traditional values of the status quo. And it was their philosophies of peace and brotherly love—vague and ill-formed as they were—that seemed to best characterize this generation at this time, at least in the eyes of the general public. [Please read the following for an update on how members of these very same radical elements of the Sixties Counterculture rose through grassroots politics to become many of President Obama’s present administration and advisors: Horowitz, David and Richard Poe. The Shadow Party: How George Soros, Hillary Clinton and Sixties Radicals Seized Control of the Democratic Party. Thomas Nelson, 2006. Also, please read my post of 1.16.2012: Malcolm X’s “The Ballot or the Bullet”, which gives more on the violent nature of the radical and violent nature of these times. –SB]
In light of the growing conflicts of this period a football field is an appropriate setting, a battlefield on which the radical youth culture players and the forces of the establishment clash. But once again we find the songwriter mixing his metaphors, using the “marching band” to symbolize both the Counterculture (the Beatles) and the armed civil militia.
Helter Skelter in the summer swelter / The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter / Eight miles high and falling fast
These opening lines are full of portent: chaos in the summer heat; the birds (nature), sensing danger, retreat to safety from an impending explosion—the helter skelter, explosive “long hot summers” of protest and rioting during this period. [Note that many are predicting another “summer of ’68” for 2012, with the Occupy Movement, orchestrated, in fact, by many of the sixties radicals who are still alive and well. –SB] In 1967, youth culture hippies from across the country made an exodus to San Francisco’s Haight Ashbury district to live out the Counterculture’s mantras of brotherly love and drug-induced transcendence—the benign eye of the storm that was that year’s self-proclaimed “Summer of Love.” But these calm waters were to be short-lived, as events in the coming months challenged the Counterculture’s euphoria: the violent Oakland anti-draft protests; the assassinations of Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King (and the ensuing riots by Blacks across the nation); the riots at Columbia University and the Democratic National Convention in Chicago—just to name a few. “Helter Skelter” aptly describes the chaotic events of this period, and also refers to the Beatles’ song of the same name, released on their White Album of 1968. The Byrds’ 1966 release, Eight Miles High—used here to suggest a bomb falling—seems strangely prophetic now: “Eight miles high / And when you touch down / You’ll find that it’s stranger than known” —lines that spoke to the drug culture of the period, but can also in retrospect be foreseeing the rapidly escalating anarchy about to erupt in America; not coincidentally, both songs speak of falling fast.
It landed foul out on the grass / The players tried for a forward pass
The ball is wild during these years, as the youth culture players begin to aggressively set themselves (the “forward pass”) against the government they are attempting to transform; the civil authorities in turn do not take kindly to these challenges (the ball “landing foul on the grass”), and soon come to meet them with a fury of their own. But something of a free-for-all is also ensuing among the many radical political players struggling for field position (the “forward pass”) in the American cultural dialogue. The more pragmatic agendas of the Civil Rights Movement and the New Left had by this time begun losing their original cohesion, sprouting the Womens’ Rights, Black Power, Antiwar and Counterculture movements; and by decade’s end, the more militant groups: The Black Panthers, The Weathermen—all striving to influence this generation towards their own particular interpretation of how American society should be. But it is the Counterculture, with its wholesale rejection of mainstream values, that comes to hold center stage. The musical players—Bob Dylan (symbolically representing the New Left/Antiwar contingent); The Beatles (carrying the torch for the Counterculture); and many others (the Jefferson Airplane, the Grateful Dead, the Byrds, the Rolling Stones), can all be viewed as competing on the playing field of rock ‘n’ roll, and symbolic of the contending liberal political forces at play during this period.
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Bob Dylan, sidelined by a nearly fatal motorcycle accident on July 29, 1966, and further overwhelmed by the pressures of his own success, retreated to Woodstock, NY to recuperate from his wounds, both physical and psychological. His output following this period (with the exception of 1967’s John Wesley Harding) was not as critically well-received as his earlier work, as he retreated from the lyrical complexity and social commentary that had characterized his previous efforts, becoming less the spokesman for his generation. Increasingly sidelined too was the organizing arm of the New Left—the SDS—as other competing groups tended to dilute their political unity. Needless to say, like Dylan, they became less the dominant spokesmen for their generation—a role that, it can be argued, the Counterculture was now assuming (though the Counterculture really had no political agenda to speak of), and a role that musically the Beatles were filling as they began to take their music more seriously and embrace the drugged spirituality of the Counterculture.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume / While Sergeants played a marching tune
Considered the high point of the sixties Counterculture movement, the brief Summer of Love, spanning the spring and summer of 1967, was viewed by many as the flowering of the movement—the “sweet perfume;” this year also more or lessmarks the midpoint (the “half-time air”) of the sixties cultural revolution that gained momentum around 1964 and started winding down around 1970 (at least from McLean’s perspective in 1971; strictly speaking, the radical sixties sputtered on into 1975). “Sweet perfume” would then obviously have another meaning too, as the “half-time air” was ripe with marijuana. Only a few months before, the Beatles had released arguably their best album, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, which became the defining musical statement for the Summer of Love, and figuratively the “marching tune” of the Counterculture. But the “marching band” also holds a double meaning, as the “Sergeants”—both civilian and military—can be viewed as figuratively waiting in the wings, playing their own “marching tune” in preparation for the rising tide of the youth culture’s rebellion.
We all got up to dance / But we never got the chance
During the brief moment of youth culture harmony that was the Summer of Love, it may well have appeared to the narrator that a different kind of innocence had come along to replace the sort he had grown up with; getting up to dance would then be symbolic of embracing the current euphoria as a kind of throwback to the happier world he once knew. But as events in the coming months were to turn violent, he would not get the chance to dance to this new music. Rock music itself had also by now moved beyond its original dance-based roots towards more experimental and drug related influences—and in stark contrast to the simpler rock ‘n’ roll of the 1950s.
‘Cause the players tried to take the field / The marching band refused to yield
As the radical youth culture players began attempting to wrestle civil authority away from the civil authorities (taking the field), they moved away from the peaceful, symbolic tone of the Summer of Love towards the confrontational violence that began with the anti-draft protests in Oakland, California later that fall. The “marching band” now becomes more clearly symbolic of the civil authorities, as the militia—the police in particular—pushed back, and pushed hard: the marching band refusing to yield. But if we are to keep the music as the metaphor of change, what could then be said here too is that the Beatles—a formidable musical force to be reckoned with by now—have at this moment in time supplanted Dylan as spokesmen for their generation, and in so doing gain the field advantage—the marching band refusing to yield. And as the Counterculture is represented by The Beatles in the song, it too briefly gains the high ground, their influence on American culture growing significantly at this time. Which brings us to:
Do you recall what was revealed
—the song’s most ambiguous line. Some have suggested that it refers to John Lennon and Yoko Ono’s 1968 release entitled Unfinished Music No. 1—Two Virgins—on the cover of which stands the two artists, naked as the sun; others have said that it refers to the widespread rumors a little later of Paul McCartney’s death; [I highly recommend the outstanding and definitive documentary on this incredibly fascinating “conspiracy theory:” Paul McCartney Really Is Dead: George Harrison’s Last Will And Testament? 2010. Music Documentary. d. Joel Gilbert. [http://www.paulreallyisdead.com/] while most choose not to wrestle with this line at all. But in the context of the pivotal 1968 riots at the Democratic National Convention in Chicago, this line is most likely speaking of the Chicago police department’s brutality there, revealing the dark underside of one of our most cherished institutions.
But another incident around this time also bears mentioning. In the fall of 1968, as the Miss America contest was holding its annual beauty pageant in Atlantic City, New Jersey, the first protest in the pageant’s history occurred. The fledgling Women’s Liberation Movement, critical of the pageant’s stereotyping of women as mere sex symbols and housewives, gathered outside of the Convention Center where the event was being held, carrying signs of “No More Beauty Standards” and “Welcome to the Cattle Auction,” and even crowning a live sheep “Miss America.” But the real focus of the demonstration centered on the “Freedom Trash Can” that the women protesters had set up, tossing into it false eyelashes, wigs, curlers, high heels, girdles and brassieres to symbolically free themselves from these sexual stereotypes. The discarded bras in particular garnered the most media attention, and given McLean’s penchant for sexual innuendo in his lyrics during these early years of his career (see “Milkman’s Matinee,” “Narcississma” and “Birthday Song”), “do you recall what was revealed” could then be describing these (ostensibly) braless protesters, ending this verse on a humorously sly note and pointing to the Miss America protest as yet another rejection of the old mores and attitudes of 1950s America.
Blow number four—another day the music dies.
So as the sixties revolution starts coming to a head during these chaotic years, the battle lines are drawn and the inevitable bloody conflicts come to pass. And the youth culture players themselves grow increasingly diverse, all vying for a voice in the American cultural dialogue; but of all of them, it is the Counterculture that speaks the loudest. And the Beatles, embodying in their music much of the Counterculture’s idealism and collective harmony, emerge as the dominant symbols of this period’s revolutionary euphoria: all you need is love.
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 moonlight the sacrificial rite / I saw Satan laughing with delight / The day the music died
The Devil’s Own:
American Pie now reaches its apocalyptic climax, as the Rolling Stones’ Mick Jagger takes center stage at the bloody concert held at Altamont Motor Speedway, California, in the fall of 1969. The flower children drew together here once more to re-stoke the communal goodwill of the successful Woodstock Music Festival of a few months earlier; but even as Woodstockwas seen as a landmark in the Counterculture movement, Altamont is widely regarded as the event that signaled its demise. Reality steps in.
And there we were all in one place / A generation Lost in Space / With no time left to start again
The flower children gathered at Altamont 300,000 strong, in a frenzy of drugs, alcohol and escalating violence. Woodstock it was not. The grand experiment losing steam, as the solutions endorsed by the drug culture—” turn on, tune in, drop out”—merely left them “lost in space,” adrift, with no place left to go; with no momentum left to start the revolution over again.
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick / Jack Flash sat on a candlestick / ‘Cause fire is the Devil’s only friend
Jack Flash is a reference to the Rolling Stones’ Mick Jagger and their song Jumpin’ Jack Flash, in which the protagonist nimbly plays with fire to boast of his freedom. Darkness now reigned with The Stones, as evidenced by their albums Beggars Banquet in 1968 and Let It Bleed in 1969—works that embraced a more aggressive nihilism than their previous efforts, and which put them at the forefront of rock’s growing cultural estrangement. This allows McLean to use Jagger as representative of someone freely pushing the social envelope and inciting rebellion—and in direct opposition to the values of a previous era. Given the theme of lost faith that runs through the song—and in this atmosphere of anything goes—it is an easy thing to see him as the Devil; the photograph above by Ethan Russell of Jagger onstage at the concert in a flowing red cape only serves to reinforce this imagery. To quote the Stones, “War, children, it’s just a shot away.”
In the documentary film of the concert—1970’s Gimme Shelter (the title taken from the Stones song of the same name)—two concerned young men in the audience can be seen pleading with Jagger to end the show, which he defiantly refuses to do. By the end of the film Jagger is indicted as the key figure who could have brought the violence to a close by simply leaving the stage and ending the concert; whether this might have incited a riot in itself is difficult to say.
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
Watching Gimme Shelter one can see that the audience is spellbound by the Stones (just as many were easily carried along by the youth movement’s promises), and many of them storm the stage throughout the day; the Hell’s Angels motorcycle gang (“No angel born in hell”), hired as security for the concert, violently defend the stage, but to little avail. Jagger is used in the song as the catalyst for the anarchy unfolding, both at the concert and symbolically in the youth culture at large.
And as the flames climbed high into the night / To moonlight the sacrificial rite
As a black man in the audience wielding a gun moves towards the stage, Hell’s Angels intercept and stab him to death—the “sacrificial rite.” But the sacrifice being offered here is also the burning down of the remnants of the old social order. The Stones, unaware of what is happening, continue to play. And a song they performed shortly before this event—Sympathy for the Devil—serves to further underscore Jagger’s satanic aura:
Pleased to meet you / Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah / But what’s confusing you / Is just the nature of my game / Just as every cop is a criminal / And all the sinners saints / As heads is tails / Just call me Lucifer / ‘Cause I’m in need of some restraint
To most observers, the violence and indifference of the crowd at Altamont spelled the end of the sixties cultural revolution, as author Todd Gitlin, in his book The Sixties: Years of Hope, Days of Rage (and himself an eyewitness to the concert), cogently describes:
…the effect was to burst the bubble of youth culture’s illusions about itself. The Rolling Stones were scarcely the first countercultural heroes to grant cachet to the Hell’s Angels. We had witnessed the famous collectivity of a generation cracking into thousands of shards. Center stage turned out to be another drug. The suburban fans who blithely blocked one another’s views and turned their backs on the bad-trippers were no cultural revolutionaries. Who could any longer harbor the illusion that these hundreds of thousands of spoiled star-hungry children of the Lonely Crowd were the harbingers of a good society?
I saw Satan laughing with delight / The day the music died.
So Mick Jagger, symbolizing the indifference and self-centeredness of the crowd, is the focal point of the evening’s proceedings, and for the narrator bears responsibility for not preventing—and perhaps even provoking—what occurred there. He also epitomizes a threatening, aggresive rebellion inherent in their music, and of how far removed we were from the more benign, harmonious America of the 1950s. He is the song’s Antichrist, completing the apocalyptic work of tearing down the older, peaceful world that the other musical players of the sixties had figuratively already started. And he is one more blow—the final blow—against the innocence of another era.
The verse that follows finds the narrator walking through the aftermath of the 1960s cultural revolution.
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 posets 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
A wistful resignation falls over the scene, as the narrator walks among the ruins of his generation, searching for any signs of the world he once knew. And to the numbed surprise of the flower children all was not well either, as their enormous hopes for a Good Society and an American culture of transcendent values had by now begun to seem like so much smoke. Their idealism shattered, what is left in its wake is something of a wasteland, as their illusions fade under the specter of their indifference at Altamont.
I met a girl who sang the blues / And I asked her for some happy news / But she just smiled and turned away
A cynical figure, who when asked for any “happy news”—any return to the innocence and stability of an earlier time—can only smile knowingly and walk away. This is most likely the rock ‘n’ roll blues singer Janis Joplin, whose death in 1970 of a heroin overdose seemed to reinforce—along with the drug overdose deaths of rock guitarist Jimi Hendrix a few months earlier and The Doors’ Jim Morrison a few months later—the failures of the movement. The requested “happy news” also echoes the “maybe they’d be happy for awhile” music of the first verse, bookending the song.
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
The sacred store would be a record store, following on the religious/musical metaphor established in verse two. But the music of years before would no longer play: literally, the music stores that had once provided listening booths for their customers were by this time no longer offering this service. But even more than this, the cynicism of this generation had annihilated the innocent world the narrator had grown up in; that kind of music wouldn’t play anymore. He can’t go home again.
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
Beyond all the noise and violence of this tumultuous era, the America that survives this decade is not the America we knew a scant 10 years earlier. With so many of the assumptions of that older order undermined, little familiar remained to believe in, and our once buoyant faith in American culture appeared irrevocably lost. The old religion was dead: 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
These three enigmatic figures resonate strongly with this period, and carry more than one association—the most obvious being the three performers (Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper) who died in an Iowa cornfield that fateful day in 1959. They could also be symbolic of the three political assassinations of the 1960s—John Kennedy, Robert Kennedy, and Martin Luther King—whose violent deaths shook the foundations of American optimism and naiveté during these years. But given that the “Father, Son and the Holy Ghost” seem to be alive and well and living in the present tense of this verse (1970), we might look elsewhere to identify them. In a quote from a January, 1972 Life magazine article, Don McLean—speaking of Buddy Holly—gives us a better clue to the identity of this trio: “He was a symbol of something deeper than the music he made. His career and the sort of group he created, the interaction between the lead singer and the three men [italics mine] backing him up, was a perfect metaphor for the music of the 60s and for my own youth.” So these three men could also be the Crickets, representing the surviving remnants of Holly’s enthusiastic spirit, and by association symbolic of the happier optimism of their time.
But these religious figures hold an even greater symbolic importance: in the wake of this decade’s disillusioning cynicism and fragmentation, the “Father, Son and the Holy Ghost” represent a faith in America that had once permeated American life, and that—hope against hope—might still redeem the disorder that had befallen us. But the holy trinity, finding no sympathetic hearing and resigning themselves to the inevitable (having held out for “the last train”), pack up their bags and retire to the coast: the believers had lost faith in their gods, and the gods can only retreat.
And they were singin’…
As American culture was transformed through the decade of the 1960s, the popular entertainment of the day registered these changes, just as it always has. But more than any other idiom, rock ‘n’ roll was its most accurate barometer: from the early social outrage of Bob Dylan, the Beatles’ contagious countercultural idealism, or the fierce nihilism of the late sixties Rolling Stones, rock ‘n’ roll defined the generation coming of age in these turbulent years, giving it voice and charting its course as no other popular art form did. It was the perfect metaphor for these changes, and McLean found in it a way to describe the dislocating sense of loss we were feeling—to enduring effect.
Regarding the meaning of American Pie, the songwriter has remained characteristically silent, with a few exceptions—especially this one, giving some indication of his intentions:
“That song didn’t just happen,” said Don. “It grew out of my experiences. American Pie was part of my process of self-awakening; a mystical trip into my past.”
Don called his song a complicated parable, open to different interpretations. “People ask me if I left the lyrics open to ambiguity. Of course I did. I wanted to make a whole series of complex statements. The lyrics had to do with the state of society at the time.”
In the late sixties and early seventies, Don was obsessed with what he called “the death of America” —the loss of many things he believed in while growing up. “In a sense, American Pie was a very despairing song. In another, though, it was very hopeful. Pete Seeger told me he saw it as a song in which people were saying something. They’d been fooled, they’d been hurt, and it wasn’t going to happen again. That’s a good way to look at it—a hopeful way.” *
In identifying its frequently overlooked theme of America’s lost innocence, the meaning of American Pie becomes more evident, as its cast of characters are better placed in their historical and cultural context. Still, portions of the song remain cryptic, and as the songwriter readily admits, deliberately so: like any good poem, keeping the language suspended imparts a dreamlike quality to it, allowing the lyrics to resonate deeper in the listener than a more literal approach would. But it is also this ambiguity that has generated so much debate, and that has kept American Pie on the pop culture map these many years.
A good deal of what I’ve said here isn’t new,** and for those of you who’ve heard it all before, my apologies—though I do feel that I’ve made some new contributions. But in drawing together and laying out the broader outline of the song, I hope that I have given those who may still have questions—or who haven’t even considered its larger historical context—a more comprehensive understanding of American Pie.
* [As quoted from The Top Ten—1956-Present by Bob Gilbert and Gary Theroux. New York: Fireside Books, 1982.]
** [A special word of acknowledgement is due to radio personality Bob Dearbourn, whose 1972 on-air interpretation of American Pie laid the groundwork for all that have followed. His interpretation can be found online.]
[For those who aren’t familiar with Don McLean’s other work, check out the song, Vincent, his homage to Vincent Van Gogh — another classic in its own right. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsxfvwuCqxo&feature=related –SB]
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