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Take four, April 1982, a Yamaha synth from Roy Bittan, and the most misheard chorus in American rock.

Take four, April 1982, a Yamaha synth from Roy Bittan, and the most misheard chorus in American rock.

Reagan's campaign tried to borrow the title song, which is sung by a veteran who cannot get a job. Seven singles went top ten.

When Doves Cry has no bass on it at all, which Prince did deliberately. Several tracks were taped live at a Minneapolis club.

American distributors cut ninety minutes out of it and destroyed the reviews: restored to full length, Leone's fifty-year gangster elegy drifts between decades like an opium dream.

Cameron made it for six million dollars and launched two careers and a franchise: a machine that cannot be bargained with, cannot be reasoned with, and absolutely will not stop.

It sent a whole generation out to buy Mozart records: Salieri narrates his own jealousy from an asylum, and the music keeps making his case better than he can.

Kundera puts a Prague surgeon who cannot stop having affairs, the woman who loves him, and the Soviet tanks of 1968 together, then asks whether a life lived once can weigh anything.

A Steinberg and Kelly demo Rodgers disliked at first, six weeks at number one, and a seventeen-foot wedding cake.

Cliff Richard turned it down, Bucks Fizz shelved it, and Turner at forty-four took it to number one.

Written at seventeen on a bus, scrapped at Muscle Shoals, saved by Steve Gregory's saxophone in one breath.

Real musicians find it painful to watch because everything in it has happened to them: Reiner and his cast improvised almost the entire film from a bare outline.

The Edge's chords came out of a soundcheck in Japan; Bono fixed the third verse's timeline on record only in 2023.
Campbell built the track on a LinnDrum, Petty passed, and Henley wrote middle age onto somebody else's demo.

Lauper lifted the title from a TV Guide film listing, and Rob Hyman's harmony makes the chorus ache.

Marr's melody came from a New York hotel room, the title from Sandie Shaw, and misery never sounded so cheerful.

It should not work at all and it works completely: three academics start a small business catching ghosts in New York, and Murray ad-libs freely on top of the script.

Forty-five songs, most under two minutes, and the title is a joke about obeying the speed limit. D. Boon was dead within eighteen months.

They called it Let It Be mostly to annoy people. The songs run from a joke about answering machines to Westerberg howling that he is unsatisfied.

Crossing the Mekong by ferry in 1929, a French girl of fifteen meets the Chinese man who becomes her lover. Duras writes it in fragments that refuse both romance and pity.

Johnny Marr knocked on Morrissey's door with a friend to propose the band. Morrissey had been writing letters to the music papers for years.

Haing Ngor had never acted in his life and won an Academy Award for this: Roland Joffe films the fall of Phnom Penh through an American reporter and the Cambodian colleague beside him.

Put together three years after Marley died, and it has essentially never left the American catalogue charts in the forty years since.

John Self drinks and spends himself toward ruin between London and New York while his first film falls apart. Amis gave the decade's greed a voice English comic fiction spent years imitating.

A Tim Pope video with no lip-syncing, BBC wildlife footage, and Talk Talk's only American top forty.

Michael programmed the LinnDrum in an evening, wrote the vocal next morning, and turned marital dread into a groove.

Deacon's song, Fred Mandel's Jupiter-8 solo in a single take, and a video of Queen in Coronation Street drag.

A twelve-string riff swapped for six and doubled for thickness, then a chorus about a summer Adams never actually had.

Richie thought the opening line corny until Carmichael told him to finish it; six weeks at UK number one followed.

The title comes from an exhibition of paintings by Hiroshima survivors that the band saw in Chicago. They recorded much of it in a castle.

Seventeen weeks climbing to a UK number one, the first for Stock Aitken Waterman, and Burns devours it.
Jimmy Webb woke from a dream with four verses about one soul; Nelson, Kristofferson, Jennings and Cash took one each.
Two days on a dance version, scrapped for synth pads and a Cold War fear of growing old.

Ridgeley scrawled a note to his parents, doubled a word by mistake, and George Michael built a number one on it.

Every voice on the record is Joel's, stacked over Doug Stegmeyer's bass; doo-wop rebuilt by one man.

Jones wrote it alone at three in the morning, and the New Jersey Mass Choir carries the final chorus skyward.