
A Love Supreme, Part 1: Acknowledgement
Garrison's four notes, then Coltrane overdubbing the chant nineteen times, one December day at Van Gelder's.

Garrison's four notes, then Coltrane overdubbing the chant nineteen times, one December day at Van Gelder's.

Patrick Leonard co-wrote it, Prince played the intro guitar, and Pepsi pulled its five million dollar ad but paid anyway.
A 1965 Studio One ska tune rebuilt for Exodus, with Mayfield credited to keep the borrowing legal.

Buckley learned it from John Cale's version and cut over twenty takes at Bearsville; the edit sounds like one breath.
Mayfield turned the gospel train of the spirituals into a civil rights hymn, and King used it to steady marchers.

A marching ARC Choir sample, Rhymefest's co-write, and a label convinced nobody would play a rap record about God.

Priscilla Presley's memoir gave Gore the idea, Flood cut it in Milan, and Cash later called it evangelical.

A jam demoed under the title The Weather Girls became a gospel hymn about doubt, and U2's second American number one.

A 1907 hymn rewritten into a mother's funeral, with A.P. Carter tightening the grief and Maybelle's guitar holding it.
Al Bell lifted the bassline from a Jamaican instrumental, and Mavis Staples turned Muscle Shoals into a pulpit.

Mercury wrote it at the piano, then three voices were multitracked into something the size of a gospel choir.

The only Nevermind track cut to a click track, and Grohl's metronome only makes the quiet-loud lurch hit harder.

Willis, a Choctaw freedman, wrote it, and the Fisk quartet's 1909 Victor disc now sits in the National Recording Registry.

Four guitar chords never change while Stevens sings a Bible study, a friend's death, and a question for God.

Printed as "The Good Old Way" in an 1867 collection of slave songs, and Krauss makes it sound weightless.

A 1932 hymn Brumley began while picking cotton, carried here by Krauss and Welch over mandolin and guitar.

Sub Pop led The Shepherd's Dog with this, the record where Beam's whispered four-track folk grew a full band.

Two minutes long, given away to fans who posted flyers, and jangling its way toward something like salvation.

Joel woke with the melody, tried to wash it away in the shower, and gave in to gospel.

Cut in a converted basement on Block Island, sung in falsetto with the drums stripped out; the Mayflower never sounded lonelier.