tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954227388486879706.post8684113007092548001..comments2024-03-21T00:59:27.758+00:00Comments on The Word Den: Saturday Rave: American Pie by Don McLean.Sally Pruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15999389456442530903noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954227388486879706.post-33037773088225664222015-04-12T10:58:07.458+01:002015-04-12T10:58:07.458+01:00Indeed. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk ...Indeed. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw. <br /><br />Hm, the line-up for the Miss American Pie contest would have been worth seeing...but anyway, whatever inspired a song isn't necessarily what it's about.Sally Pruehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15999389456442530903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954227388486879706.post-747442993758627412015-04-12T07:56:33.611+01:002015-04-12T07:56:33.611+01:00I'm afraid a lot of poetry is a bit nonsensica...I'm afraid a lot of poetry is a bit nonsensical sometimes...you need a kind of key to understand it, but Miss American Pie makes perfect sense: She's the winner of some beauty contest in a small American town, I always assumed. Like Miss Milwaukee Beer or some such. Brings to mind all those small US towns like the one in the Last Picture Show....end of the Fifties....Not sure who the Queen is but the King is surely Elvis! That's what I've always assumed. Love song, of course. There's also A whiter shade of pale which makes no sense at all but is wonderful. Who needs sense? adelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15826710558292792068noreply@blogger.com