The Way
Scalzo read about an elderly Texas couple who drove off and never came back, then wrote them a happier ending.
Scalzo read about an elderly Texas couple who drove off and never came back, then wrote them a happier ending.

Buffett was twenty-seven when he wrote it, about a Chart Room regular in Key West and a life at sea.

Nicks wrote it in Aspen weighing whether to quit music; the Chicks add three-part harmony and take it top ten.

Brian Deck built a loop for Beam to layer guitar over; Stewart reportedly chose it for Twilight's prom.

Jackson wrote it alone, a whole marriage from courtship to old age, and country radio held it at number one.
Cut live on a darkened Marin auditorium stage with no audience, and somehow the Dead's only Top 10 hit.

Nineteen weeks on the Hot 100, fittingly, and a middle-aged narrator undone by a girlfriend who doesn't know Aretha Franklin.

Six-times platinum for a soundtrack ballad: Rick Nowels producing, Craig Armstrong's strings, Del Rey singing Daisy Buchanan's doubt.

Wadge was playing chords while Sheeran showered; twenty minutes later they had a Song of the Year.
Ervin Drake's vintage-wine conceit reached Sinatra via the Kingston Trio, and Gordon Jenkins's arrangement won its own Grammy.

Rostam's harpsichord reharmonizes a melody that traveled from Bread through Grover Washington Jr. to Souls of Mischief, then here.
Smith's six-string bass, acoustic guitars strummed to a blur, and the Cure's sunniest song about feeling old.

Tinnitus from the Ragged Glory tour pushed Young back to acoustic guitars, and Ronstadt shadows him line for line.
Seger walked out of American Graffiti with a story of his own, and took six months finding the words.

James Taylor picked up a six-string banjo he had never played, Ronstadt harmonised, and Young's ranch caretaker got a song.

Tyler had the tune on his family's New Hampshire lodge piano years before Aerosmith; a reissue reached number six.
Campbell built the track on a LinnDrum, Petty passed, and Henley wrote middle age onto somebody else's demo.

Kumalo cut one descending bass measure, Halee reversed the tape for the break, and Chevy Chase mimed it on MTV.

Alan Parsons taped antique-shop clocks as a quadraphonic test; Mason's rototoms follow, and the alarms still land like panic.

A back injury kept Young seated with an acoustic guitar; Taylor and Ronstadt were in Nashville and sang behind him.
Aspen in 1974, Nicks weighing whether to quit music, and Buckingham Travis-picking a Martin D-18 underneath.

May came home from a Stafford gig where the crowd sang back, and built a chorus from stomps and claps.
Anka typed the lyric overnight in New York asking what Sinatra would say, then handed him a life's summing-up.

The record where the beat moved to the one and funk quietly began. James Brown never looked back.