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.
I was lonely and depressed
Having fled the family home
When I met an old acquaintance
I had only barely known
And I told her over tea
Of my worries and my woes
And a morbid fear of eating beans
In tightly fitting clothes
And she said psychoanalysis was just the thing for me
And she knew a mayfair analyst I really ought to see
So I went round to his rooms
And he saw me right away
Though he asked a sum of money I could ill afford to pay
But I lay down on the couch
By a bowl of flaccid flowers
And I talked and talked and talked and talked
For hours and hours and hours
And he told me tales of oedipus with great authority
And he asked me if my mother
Wore stiletto heels and rubber
And I realised that this poor soul
Was more confused than me
Well the shock was so profound
That I fled into the strand
Where I saw a hare krishna group
And joined in with the band
This was just the life for me
Free of worldly goods and care
And I chanted and I ranted
Round and round trafalgar square
I converted tens of thousands and they joined us then and there
But the bagwan was so jealous
That he called me over zealous
Then he threw me out
When I refused to cut off all my hair
(Dr. Ruth, Dr. Ruth, why not write to Dr. Ruth?)
So I wrote to Dr. Ruth
And she helpfully proposed
I should join a nudist colony
And throw away my clothes
All that sun upon my flesh
Would set my libido free
And would guarentee much more of it
Whatever 'it' may be
But I don't feel that I was quite equipped for such a life
Fair of skin just like my sisters
Too much sun would give me blisters
So I think I'll turn the whole thing in
And go home to the wife