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Berry Gordy called it the worst thing he had ever heard and refused to release it until Gaye said he would never record for Motown again.

Berry Gordy called it the worst thing he had ever heard and refused to release it until Gaye said he would never record for Motown again.

There is no title and no band name anywhere on the sleeve, just four symbols the members chose. The label thought it was commercial suicide.

Mitchell was so exposed making it that she asked visitors to leave the studio. Kris Kristofferson told her to keep something back for herself.

What survived an abandoned science-fiction project became this record. The keyboard figure opening Baba O'Riley was generated by a machine rather than played.

Sly overdubbed most of it alone onto a drum machine at home. The title track is listed as running zero seconds and has no music.

Rick Wakeman plays the piano throughout, and Bowie wrote Kooks in an afternoon for his newborn son. Ziggy Stardust was still a year away.

Andy Warhol's sleeve had a real working zip, which scratched the records stacked behind it in the crates. The tongue logo starts here.

King had already written dozens of hits for other people before anyone heard her sing. This one sold twenty-five million copies.

Recorded over two nights in March 1971, and Duane Allman was dead in a motorcycle crash before the year was out.

Recorded at his home in Ascot on a white grand piano, and one of the songs is a straight attack on Paul McCartney.

Marc Bolan sings everything with the same wobbling vibrato over two-chord boogie, and producer Tony Visconti buried strings underneath it.

The mandolin on Maggie May was played by a session man paid fifteen pounds, whose name Stewart admitted he had forgotten in the sleeve notes.

Joplin died before recording her vocal for one song, so it appears as an instrumental with the space where she should be.

Paul Buckmaster's orchestra was recorded live in the room with the band rather than added afterward, which is why the strings breathe with them.

Parton wrote the title song on the back of a dry-cleaning receipt, about a coat her mother really did sew out of rags.