
The Dark Side of the Moon
They asked people around the studio questions on cue cards and used the answers. It then stayed on the American chart for fourteen years.

They asked people around the studio questions on cue cards and used the answers. It then stayed on the American chart for fourteen years.
Dolly pleading with her rival rather than fighting her, written the same day as "I Will Always Love You."

Solzhenitsyn served eight years in the camps, then gathered hundreds of survivors' accounts into a single prisoner's journey from arrest through interrogation to the labor gangs. Publishing it got him deported.

In London in 1944 the army notices that an American officer's sexual conquests keep predicting where German rockets fall. What follows is the filthiest, funniest chase ever run across a ruined continent.

Still the one people watch with the lights on fifty years later: Friedkin shot a possession story like a documentary, and the restraint is what makes it unbearable.

Ed Townsend conceived it as a spiritual; Gaye kept the backing track, rewrote the lyric, and Billboard number one followed.

Wonder played almost every instrument on it himself. Days after it came out a car crash put him in a coma for four days.

They tried to record it in Jamaica, gave up, and made the whole double album in about two weeks in a French château instead.

Written and taped in a three-hour burst, Wonder on clavinet and drums, the keyboard snarling through a Mu-Tron filter.
Wonder played most of it himself, then broke it open with a spoken street scene running past seven minutes.

Flack heard Lori Lieberman's version on a plane's in-flight audio, rewrote the chords, and took Record of the Year.

Collins's chords sat unused for two years until Van Zant found the melody; the long outro was his onstage rest.

Written with Tosh after Marley toured Haiti, and the last song he ever sang onstage, Pittsburgh, September 1980.

Seven beats to the bar, a tape loop of coins and cash registers, and Pink Floyd's first American hit.

Sessions collapsed in Kingston, so the band regrouped at a French chateau and Taupin traded Oz for a Lincolnshire farm.

Malick's first film, and the model for every young couple on a killing spree since: the girl narrates it in the flat voice of a magazine horoscope.
Pop lifted the title from a Time column on Vietnam, and Bowie's mix made Williamson's guitar a threat.

Cissy Houston's version turned Weatherly's midnight plane to Houston into a train to Georgia.

The song called Houses of the Holy is not on Houses of the Holy. The cover children were photographed at the Giant's Causeway.

The Mellotron carries most of it, a keyboard that plays back tapes of a real orchestra instead of synthesizing the sound.

The title song began as a political lyric someone else wrote, and Gaye rewrote it into a seduction before the tape rolled.

Two short verses written for a dying sheriff in Pat Garrett, with Roger McGuinn on guitar and Jim Keltner drumming.
A lounge gig, a fake name, Bill Martin, and every regular at the Executive Room written into a verse.

Scorsese found his whole method here at thirty: Little Italy, Catholic guilt, a handheld camera and a jukebox that never stops, most of it shot in Los Angeles.
Marley swapped police for sheriff to avoid a government fuss, and Clapton's 1974 cover became his only American number one.

One night of cruising in 1962, with the radio playing wall to wall from start to finish: Lucas caught an America that was about to stop existing.
Wings lost two members on the eve of Lagos, so McCartney played the drums and built a three-part escape.

Tyler had the tune on his family's New Hampshire lodge piano years before Aerosmith; a reissue reached number six.

Gus Dudgeon overdubbed crowd noise from old concerts, and the fake live track topped the Hot 100.

Culture is not what people do, Geertz argues, but the meanings hung on it, and thick description means reading a Balinese cockfight the way you would read a poem.

Island Records boss Chris Blackwell added rock guitar and keyboards to make it travel, and packaged it in a sleeve shaped like a Zippo lighter.

A small girl in Franco's Spain sees Frankenstein at a traveling cinema and decides the monster is real: almost nothing is said, and the silence is the point.

The con is played on the audience as much as on the mark, and every turn is earned: Newman and Redford again, with ragtime that put Scott Joplin back on the charts.

Altman dropped Chandler's detective into 1973 Los Angeles and let him be completely out of step with it: Elliott Gould mumbles through a city that has stopped caring.
McCartney read the Fleming novel in a day and wrote it that afternoon; Martin's orchestra did the rest at AIR.

Fellini remembering his own seaside town under Mussolini and admitting he is embroidering it: no plot at all, just a year of weather, sex, food and fascism.