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| Moody Blues reunion fantasy [message #211155] |
Sat, 05 March 2005 07:29 |
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The other night I had a dream about a Moody Blues reunion. I was very
much touched by it, and I think my life has been changed forever! Let
me tell you all about it.
In my dream, one of the most beautiful and serene dreams I've had in my
lifetime, I dreamt that I saw a wrinkly Justin, John, and Graeme walk
out onstage. They began playing "lovely to see you" as the opener,
but they didn't seem to have much energy. In fact, they looked like
they were wheezing and Justin kept looking around for the glass of
water. John was winking so much that his eye lid suffered from
temporary paralysis and he could no longer wink at the front row. He
looked like a tired dog in his last fight. Graeme just kept smiling
like a happy canary, but that was because he really wasn't REALLY
playing the drums; it was Gordon who provided the main pulse.
Then all of the sudden, out of the blue, comes the thunderous keyboard
intro. The already bored audience jolted out of their seats Alas, who
could it be? Was it a bird, was it a plane, was it....
Then, all of the sudden, the curtain started to rise, and there he was,
Patrick Moraz, the legendary rock keyboardist. He was playing the
intro "The Voice" with such majesty and power that even Justin crinkled
his nose in satisfaction that he ran out of the back to grab his frilly
shirt and he started to play some hot guitar licks. There was even a
twinkle in John's eye, and funny that this twinkle wasn't from the
shine of the woman's breasts he was leering at in the front row.
Graeme Edge was so shaken up that he knocked over his drum kit and
exposed was the ghastly sight of a nude Katherine Harris giving him a
blow job. The Moodies played with renewed energy and vigor, like they
haven't in many, many years.
Skyvoice was seen in the front row trying to hang himself with an
electric cord screaming, "how can it be! Nooooooooooo!." Other people
were seen dropping like flies after they drank cynaide laced kool-aid
and saying, "the end of the world is near!"
After the band finished off a moving rendition of "the voice", Justin
gave Patrick a compliment and said, "wow, you haven't missed a beat.
You still sound great."
To that, Patrick shrugged his shoulders and sneered, "what did you
expect, Mike Pinder?"
John Lodge was still in la la land and of course totally oblivious to
the conversation as he kept flirting and winking at a woman with
sagging breasts that looked like dried up prunes in the front row while
he popped a couple extra viagra pills for extra stimulas. He was off
in his own little land of makebelieve.
Then all the sudden, a bald headed, stuttering man burst onto the stage
yelling, "follow your bliss!"
The audience was puzzled and perplexed as the bald headed, eccentric
man kept running around the stage holding up copies of a DVD nobody
wanted called "lost performance" and shouting "I can sign it for
you....please, please visit Mike Pinder.com." Then he started
cheerleading around the stage holding up a crass "lost in a lost world"
bumper sticker.
"thinking is the best waaaaaaaaaaay to travel", exhorted the man who
was the Moody Blues former founder and keyboardist, Mike Pinder.
This really hit a raw nerve with John, and he couldn't believe that
this pipsqueak had the audacity to come out onstage and steal his
thunder. Instead of the ladies focusing on John, the indulged their
vanity by staring Mike's shiny bald head to see their reflection.
"Only I can can say silly catch phrases and sell crass products here.
I deserve it!", fumed John fumed to himself as the steam blew out of
his ears and and his face turned crimson red from rage.
"Buy me wine bottle. Only $100! Come to me website at johnlodge.com.
Pay me $15 every month and maybe I'll talk to you in me chat room and
I'll tell you about me water rats. I take american express and
cashiers check!", John shouted as he held up a crass $100 bottle of
cheap wine to the crowd.
John then angrily ran up to Mike Pinder, and as one not to be outdone
in the catchphrases department, he then yelled at the top of his lungs,
"keep the faith!"
Mike, seeing this was a duel of who could yell their silly catchphrase
the loudest, reciprocated by screeching "thinking is the best way to
travel!" They both began shouting each other down.
"keep the faith!"
"thinking is the best way to travel!"
"music is not something you retire from!"
"lost in a lost world"
"question!"
"i'm the melancholy man, that's what I am!"
After their screaming spree, an exhausted and hoarse Mike began
preaching to the crowd, "It's because of ME that the Moody Blues were
successful. I had a hand in the writing and arrangments of all of
their songs. check out my website and you will see. what I say is as
good as gospel truth!! I brought the mellotron. if it wasn't for me,
justin & john wouldn't be where they are today. it's all about me,
me, me, me!"
The moment that Patrick heard this, he became very irate and started
yelling at Mike,
"No, it's because of me that they are here today! I saved the band on
Long Distance Voyager. I saved the Moody Blues. You only played a
little, measily mellotron while I can play 20 different keyboards at a
time not only just using my hands, but using the toes of my feet as
well! I paid my dues. The Moodies are an essential band in terms of
what they do for the people who come to the shows. It's all about me,
me, me me!"
It became a clash of egos as both Mike and Patrick began shoving each
other around on the stage. Justin and John ran over Graeme's drum kit
for cover as the fists started flying.
Then all of the sudden, someone ran out onto the stage and yelled,
"let's do my song!"
It was none other than Ray Thomas, who had retired a couple of years
back. He was drunk, drunker than a skunk. He was staggering around
with a beer bottle in his hand, and looking for a fight.
"Honestly, I didn't come back to sing my bloody songs, but I can't miss
a good brawl!", Ray slurred as he cracked the beer bottle over the
rail. He then staggered towards Patrick and Mike, and he started
pursuing them around the stage and shouting, "i'm going to get you,
fatty!"
The crowd yelled in delight as it had been YEARS since they had seen
Ray so happy and animated. Ray was back, finally.
Unfortunately, I woke up from my dream and I wished it had gone on a
little bit longer. what a dream it was!
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| Re: Moody Blues reunion fantasy [message #213750 ] |
Mon, 07 March 2005 19:03 |
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Very amusing!!
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| Re: Moody Blues reunion fantasy [message #213754 ] |
Tue, 08 March 2005 11:46 |
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tysteel43 [at] aol.com wrote in message news:<1110004151.490128.247500 [at] z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com>...
> The other night I had a dream about a Moody Blues reunion. I was very
> much touched by it, and I think my life has been changed forever! Let
> me tell you all about it.
>
> In my dream, one of the most beautiful and serene dreams I've had in my
> lifetime, I dreamt that I saw a wrinkly Justin, John, and Graeme walk
> out onstage. They began playing "lovely to see you" as the opener,
> but they didn't seem to have much energy. In fact, they looked like
> they were wheezing and Justin kept looking around for the glass of
> water. John was winking so much that his eye lid suffered from
> temporary paralysis and he could no longer wink at the front row. He
> looked like a tired dog in his last fight. Graeme just kept smiling
> like a happy canary, but that was because he really wasn't REALLY
> playing the drums; it was Gordon who provided the main pulse.
>
> Then all of the sudden, out of the blue, comes the thunderous keyboard
> intro. The already bored audience jolted out of their seats Alas, who
> could it be? Was it a bird, was it a plane, was it....
>
> Then, all of the sudden, the curtain started to rise, and there he was,
> Patrick Moraz, the legendary rock keyboardist.
You lost me there. Moraz is a spectacular keyboardist, dont get me
wrong... But he has no more place in the Moody Blues than Kenny Jones
had in The Who.
Man... I can surly tell what generation you were born into. That's not
necessarily a bad thing, though.. Keep a-dreamin'. The young are full
of dreams. We all need to remember how to do that.
IBen Getiner
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| Re: Moody Blues reunion fantasy [message #215484 ] |
Fri, 11 March 2005 22:04 |
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Ridiculous. But, the potential clash of egoes illustrated is a very
good reason to stop thinking or dreaming a reunion should or would ever
happen.
Ty made sure to try to put down the female fans too. "Breasts like
prunes" indeed! I don't think so! Too sick.
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| Re: Moody Blues reunion fantasy [message #215485 ] |
Fri, 11 March 2005 22:39 |
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Of course he did.
He loves the attention, no matter how negative. Thrives on it.
By all means, give him much more of what it wants. :-)
Skyvoice
<cathyw [at] myself.com> wrote in message
news:1110575083.924636.152440 [at] g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com...
> Ty made sure to try to put down the female fans too.
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