
December
Roland wrote it about a souring relationship with the band's first manager, then rode nine weeks atop rock radio.

Roland wrote it about a souring relationship with the band's first manager, then rode nine weeks atop rock radio.

Chuck D aimed it at corporations that profit off Black neighborhoods without reinvesting, and Pete Rock's remix outgrew the original.

Buck wrote the riff on his porch, Stipe found it too brutal to sing, and America mistook it for romance.
Projected onto sixty-six buildings worldwide before anyone had heard it, with Frank Ocean closing over a Hungarian prog sample.

Taupin lifted the phrase from a Janis Joplin tribute and pointed it at Marilyn Monroe; the chorus does the mourning.
Cleopatra dragged into the present, two halves hinged on a midpoint beat switch, and John Mayer's uncredited closing solo.

Parton played the typewriter part on her acrylic fingernails, credited on the album, then took it to number one.

Recorded on a secondhand eight-track in a Chalk Farm attic, and an American number one by September.