Alan Parsons nació el 20 de diciembre de 1948 en Londres, Inglaterra. Desde pequeño, mostró un interés inusitado por la música y la tecnología. Sus primeros contactos con la música fueron gracias a su familia, donde encontró un ambiente culturalmente enriquecido que le permitió desarrollar su talento innato.
Antes de alcanzar la fama, Parsons tuvo la oportunidad de trabajar en los famosos estudios Abbey Road de EMI cuando aún era un adolescente. En 1967, se unió al equipo de ingeniería de sonido y pronto se destacó por su habilidad y destreza técnica. Fue en este entorno donde su pasión por la música y la ingeniería de sonido se consolidó.
Su primer gran hito profesional llegó cuando fue el ingeniero de sonido para el legendario álbum de The Beatles, Abbey Road, en 1969. Esta oportunidad marcó el inicio de una serie de colaboraciones trascendentales. Poco después, trabajó en el emblemático álbum Dark Side of the Moon de Pink Floyd, publicado en 1973. Estas experiencias no solo consolidaron su nombre en la industria, sino que le dieron la confianza y el prestigio necesarios para emprender su propio camino.
En 1975, junto al compositor y músico Eric Woolfson, creó The Alan Parsons Project. Este proyecto se caracterizó por su enfoque innovador, mezcla de rock progresivo y elementos orquestales, lo que le dio un sonido distintivo y sofisticado.
(Written by Dennis Linde)
The mechanic raised up from under my hood
He shook his head and said, "This ain't good
Your timin' belt's done, shrunk one size too small
Those spark plug wires are a little too long
And your main prodsponder's nearly gone
Your injector ports are stripped and that ain't all."
"The torque converter's runnin' low on torque
And that water pump's nearly down a quart
But we caught it all in time so you're in luck"
He said, "I've got the time and I've got the parts
Just give me the word and I'm ready to start
I think we can bring her in for eight hundred bucks."
But don't be downhearted, I can fix it for you, sonny
It won't take too long, it'll just take money
Then he said, "Ain't you that songwriter guy?"
I said, "Yes, I am," he said, "So am I."
And he sat down and played me a song by the grease rack
When he finished singin' he gave me a smile
And I closed my eyes and pondered awhile
And he said, "What do you think? Now don't hold nothin' back."
Well, I gave him my most sorrowful look
And I said, "This song's got a broken hook
I can order you a new one from Nashville but it won't be cheap
And I know you've been using a cut-rate thesaurus
'Cause your adverbs have backed up into your chorus
Now your verse is runnin' on verbs that are way too weak."
But don't be downhearted, I can fix it for you, sonny
It won't take too long, it'll just take money
And I said, "Hold on friend now I'm not through
I hate to be the one to give you the news.
But your whole melodic structure's worked itself loose
It's got so many dotted eighth notes in it
I'd keep her under fifty beats per minute
I mean, that's just me talkin', it's really up to you."
And you've got a bad safety problem with
That dominant chord with the augmented fifth
Just see how dangerously high it raises you up
So just go on over there and work on my car
I'll sit here by the fan and chances are
I can straighten this thing out for eig...nine hundred bucks."
But don't be downhearted, I can fix it for you, sonny
It won't take too long
You guessed it
It may be a hit
I like it...