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Last time we discussed A Question of Balance, and tonight we discuss their next album.  Released on 19710723, Every Good Boy Deserves Favour was the seventh album by The Moody Blues, and the sixth one with the Edge, Hayward, Lodge, Pinder, and Thomas lineup.  As we shall see next time, by then they had pretty much determined that the original lineup were really quite a different band than the one that was created when Hayward and Lodge joined.

Although not my favorite album by them, it has some really high parts (punintentional).  It charted at #1 in the UK and at #2 in the US, not a trivial accomplishment considering the great music of the period.  Once again Tony Clarke produced it and Phil Travers supplied the cover art for the record.

The album is unusual in several respects.  First of all, the title itself, according to Wikipedia, is a mnemonic memory aide for the treble clef:  E, G, B, D, F.  Secondly, the cut "Emily's Song" was written by Lodge for his new daughter.  Finally, it is contains the only work written by all five band members.

I am going to try something new tonight.  Please let me know if it helps or is just a distraction.  I have inserted the text of the lyrics after the embedded music so that you can follow along and understand what they are singing better.

The album starts with "Procession", the aforementioned song written by all five band members.  It is a very strange song, but quite a good one.  I find it of interest that they chose to lead off with drums and sitar (except for the otherworldly sounds from Pinder's Moog), the ancestors of which are some of our most primitive instruments, with drums most likely being the most ancient of all.  Crude drums are actually natural occurring products, as a hollow tree trunk and a club are all that are required.  Stringed instruments are more technologically advanced, but no doubt ancient cultures soon realized that the animal sinews that the were using to stitch hides together, perhaps wound on a flexible piece of wood that bowed as the sinew dried and shrunk, would resonate when plucked by the fingers.

There are few words in the song, the first being "desolation".  My understanding is that the song is their description of the evolution of music, so "desolation" is an appropriate description for the time before music.  The title is good, but if I had written it I might have called it "Evolution".

After the drums and sitar, there are some thunderous drums and the word "creation", which I take to mean that the roots of primitive music were developed.  No one knows when that happened, as it is lost in antiquity.  The few note of a piano, a quite modern instrument, seem out of place here.  Some rainforest sounds and the word "communication" are next, and I believe that this expresses nonverbal sounds as a form of communication.

This is followed by drums, bass guitar, and chanting.  There is a very nice reference to In Search of the Lost Chord as the chanting turns to "aum".  Next there is a transition to drums, sitar, and flute.  The ancestors of the flute are also quite ancient, extant examples of which can be found dating to 41,000 BCE.  Most of the ancient ones are made from bone, a naturally hollow and easily worked material.

Next is a nice transition to one of my favorite instruments, harpsichord.  This if followed by my very favorite keyboard instrument, Hammond organ.  The Moody Blues did not used Hammond very much, and that is sort of a shame.  It is the electromechanical descendant of the pipe organ, which in turn is a descendant of the flute.  Next it cuts to Mellotron and finally some really hot electric guitar.  The very end sounds sort of like King Crimson, another band that I like very much.  Here is "Procession":

The next song is the marvelous Hayward song, "The Story in Your Eyes".  This as quintessentially Moodies as they come.  Hayward is fantastic on electric guitar on this piece.  It is a pity that it is only 2:57 long.  It made #23 as a single is the US, but evidently failed to chart in the UK.


I've been thinking about our fortune
And I've decided that we're really not to blame
For the love that's deep inside us now
Is still the same

And the sounds we make together
Is the music to the story in your eyes
It's been shining down upon me now
I realize

Listen to the tide slowly turning
Wash all our heartaches away
We're part of the fire that is burning
And from the ashes we can build another day

But I'm frightened for your children
That the live that we are living is in vain
And the sunshine we've been waiting for
Will turn to rain

Listen to the tide slowly turning
Wash all our heartaches away
We're part of the fire that is burning
And from the ashes we can build another day

But I'm frightened for the children
That the live that we are living is in vain
And the sunshine we've been waiting for
Will turn to rain

When the final line is over
It's certain that the curtain's gonna fall
I can hide inside your sweet sweet love
For ever more

Here is one that is a little longer and I think better than the original studio album one.  It is supposed to the the original version, and is just so, so good.

Song #3 on the first side is "Our Guessing Game" by Ray Thomas.  Note the Moog as the horn sound along with the Mellotron as strings.  This is quite a nice song.


Walking in the sand
Thinking of things, adventures in my mind
Tall ships that sail
Across the ocean wide
They won't wait for me
See the way they glide away so gracefully
And with tomorrow what will become of me
They leave me so much to explain
That's the start of our guessing game

There are times when I think I've found the truth
There are times when I know that I'm wrong
And the days when I try to hide my fears
Bless the days when I'm feeling strong
Bless the days when I'm feeling strong

Wonder why we try so hard
Wonder why we try at all
You wonder why the world is turning around
When in the end it won't matter at all

Standing in the town
Looking at people, counting their frowns
Unhappy faces, hurrying around
So blind they cannot see
All of these things
The way life ought to be
And with tomorrow what will they make of me
It leaves me so much to explain
That's the start of our guessing game

There are times when I think I've found the truth
There are times when I know that I'm wrong
And the days when I try to hide my fears
Bless the days when I'm feeling strong
There are times when I think I've found the truth
There are times when I know that I'm wrong
And the days when I try to hide my fears
Bless the days when I'm feeling strong
There are times when I think I've found the truth

The forth song on the first side is "Emily's Song", mentioned above.  The addition of cello and celesta are nice touches to a very pretty and emotional song.


Lovely to know the warmth
You're smile can bring to me
I want to tell you but the words you do not know

Sing me a lullaby
Of songs you cannot write
And I will listen for there's beauty where there's love

And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say...

River's of endless
Tides have passed beneath my feet
And all too soon they had me standing on my own

Then when my eyes were closed
You opened them for me
And now we journey thro' our lives to what will be

And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say

Through all that live can give to you
Only true love will see you through
And will stand beside you now in what you say

And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say

Take me into your world
Alone I can not go
For I've been here so long
You're leaving me behind
Walk with me now
Into your land of fairy tales
And open up that book of pages in my mind
And open up that book of ages in my mind

The last song of the first side is sort of atypical of The Moody Blues sound, but that is because Edge wrote it, and he mostly wrote the poetry parts that Pinder would recite.  I like it, but it is, as I said, sort of different for them.  Here is "After You Came":


Since it began I've got one dream and really It's my only blessing
If I can come through then so can you
And you will find there's no regretting
Things that you want from your life's font
Will never let your spirit grow
Come back to earth for what it's worth
For you've been dreaming of the ceiling not a home

I've been doing my best
What else can I do?
Is there something I've missed
That will help you through

I've reached the top of my wall
I've found another way to fall

For some short time
For a while you and I were joined to eternity
Then we're split in two back to me and you
Like the rain rising from the sea
Rising from the sea

We all can see what we shall be
But knowing's really not controlling

With time perhaps I'll pass the traps and find some peace and understanding
After you've come and while you're gone
You leave me guessing - It's depressing
Never to know the way to go to find some time along a little less pressing
So you just have to laugh
When it hurts so much
You're so far away and so hard to touch

I've reached the top of my wall
I've found another way to fall

Since it began I've got one dream and really It's my only blessing
If I can come through then so can you
And you will find there's no regretting
Things that you want from your life's font
Will never let your spirit grow
Come back to earth for what it's worth
For you've been dreaming of the ceiling not a home

I've been doing my best
What else can I do?
Is there something I've missed
That will help you through

I've reached the top of my wall
I've found another way to fall

Side two begins with "One More Time to Live", by Lodge.  It continues the theme from "Procession" in that the words "desolation", "creation, and "communication" are used frequently.  It is not one of my favorites, but has its good points.


[Verse 1(a)]

Look out of my window
See the world passing by
See the look in her eye

[b]

One more time to live and I have made it mine
Leave the wise to write for they write worldly rhymes

And he who wants to fight begins the end of time...
For I have riches more than these
For I have riches more than these

[Middle 8]

Desolation
Creation
Tell me someone why there's only confusion
Evolution
Tell me someone that this is all an illusion
Pollution
Tell me someone
Saturation
Tell me someone
Population
Annihilation
Revolution
Tell me someone why this talk of revolution
Confusion
Tell me someone when we're changing evolution
Illusion
Tell me someone
Conclusion
Tell me someone
Starvation
Degredation
Humiliation
Contemplation
Changes in my life
Inspiration
Elation
Changes in my life
Salvation
Changes in my life
Communication
Compassion
Solution

[Verse 2(a)]

Look out on the hedgerow
As the world rushes by
Hear the birds sign a sigh

[b]

One more tree will fall how strong the growing vine
Turn the earth to sand and still permit no crime
How one thought will live provide the others die
For I have riches more than these
For I have riches more than these

[Repeat Middle 8]

[Repeat Verse 1(a)]

The second song is the very psychedelic "Nice to be Here" by Thomas.  "Lovely weather, must climb a tree," is fair warning because The Moodies often used a tree as a metaphor for the psychedelic experience, and that is followed by "the show has just begun." very strongly suggesting the anticipation of a long trip.  At the same time, the song is lighthearted and really fun.  I like it very much, and Hayward's guitar rocks!


Nice to be here hope you agree
Lying in the sun
Lovely weather, must climb a tree
The show has just begun

All the leaves start swaying
To the breeze that's playing
On a thousand violins
And the bees are humming
To a frog sat strumming
On a guitar with only one string

I can see them they can't see me
I feel out of sight
I can see them they can't see me
Much to my delight

And it seems worth noting
Water rats were boating
As a lark began to sing
The sounds kept coming
With Jack Rabbit loudly drumming
On the side of a biscuit tin

I can see them they can't see me
I feel out of sight
I can see them they can't see me
Much to my delight

Silver minnows were devising
Water ballet so surprising
A mouse played a daffodil
A mole came up blinking
Underneath an owl who's thinking
How he came to be sat on a hill

I can see them they can't see me
I feel out of sight
I can see them they can't see me
Much to my delight

I know you won't believe me
But I'm certain that I did see
A mouse playing daffodil
All the band was really jumping
With Jack Rabbit in there thumping
I found that I couldn't sit still
I just had to make it with them
Cause they played my kind of rhythm
And the bees hummed in harmony
And the owl played his oboe
Then the frog's guitar solo
It was all just too much for me

I know you won't believe me
But I'm certain that I did see
A mouse playing daffodil
All the band was really jumping
With Jack Rabbit in there thumping
I found that I couldn't sit still

The Hayward song "You Can Never Go Home" is the third song on the side and is very faithful to what we think of as the "Moodies sound".  Personally I find it a bit depressing, but that is most probably because of my current relationship status.  It is a very nice song.


I don't know what I'm searching for
I never have opened the door,
Tomorrow might find me at last,
Turning my back on the past,
But, time will tell, of stars that fell,
A million years ago.
Memories can never take you back, home, sweet home.
You can never go home anymore.

All my life I never really knew me till today,
Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way,

I lie awake for hours, I'm just waiting for the sun.
When the journey we are making has begun,
Don't deny the feeling that is stealing through your heart,
Every happy ending needs to have a start.

All my life I never really knew me till today,
Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way,

Weep no more for treasures you've been searching for in vain.
'Cos the truth is gently falling with the rain,
High above the forest lie the pastures of the sun,
Where the two that learned the secret are now one.

I don't know what I'm searching for
I never have opened the door,
Tomorrow might find me at last,
Turning my back on the past,
But, time will tell, of stars that fell,
A million years ago.
Memories can never take you back, home, sweet home.
You can never go home anymore.

The final song of the album is Pinder's "My Song".  This is an incredible piece of work, with bits and pieces from earlier work by the band and a heavy dose of psychedelia.  It is really quite remarkable.


I'm going to sing my song
And sing it all day long
A song that never ends
How can I tell you, all the things inside my head.

The change in these past years
Has made me see our world
In many different ways
How can I tell you, love can change our destiny.

Love can change the world
Love can change your life
Do what makes you happy
Do what you know is right
And love with all your might
Before it's too late

Where did I find all these words
Something inside of me is burning
There's life in other worlds
Maybe they'll come to earth
Helping man to find a way

One day I hope we'll be in perfect harmony
A planet with one mind
Then I could tell you
All the things inside my head

I'm going to sing my song
And sing it all day long
A song that never ends
How can I tell you, all the things inside my head.

I'm going to sing my song
A song that never ends

Thus ends Every Good Boy Deserves Favour.  This is a very good album, and several of the pieces are outstanding.  I remember when the album came out, because I was going to Saint Anne's High School in Fort Smith, Arkansas at the time (well, it was August before I saw it at the record store on Garrison Avenue) and was struck with the cover.

Next time we shall examine Seventh Sojourn, unfortunately the last of what I consider to be the real Moodies albums.  As always, if you find videos that you would think that folks would like, feel free to add them in the comments.  I should be here most of the evening because I have no one to see this weekend, so I welcome my readers to keep me company.

Finally, my wrist is almost completely healed except for residual muscle weakness from lack of use.  I am doing some simple weight exercises to strengthen the muscles.  Except for some rare activities, the only time I wear the splint now is when I type.  I noticed last night when I was mending a strap for my dear friend's little girl taht I need to wear it whilst sewing as well, but it was a small job and I did not bother to walk over and get it for a five minute job.  They were getting packed to go camping this weekend with her aunt's family.  Unfortunately, they chose to go on the coldest day since March, and it is forecast to stay cold until Sunday when they come home here in the Bluegrass.

Warmest regards,

Doc, aka Dr. David W. Smith

Crossposted at

The Stars Hollow Gazette,

Docudharma, and

firefly-dreaming

Originally posted to Translator on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 06:00 PM PDT.

Also republished by DKOMA and Protest Music.

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  •  Tips and recs for (20+ / 0-)

    one of the best bands ever?

    Warmest regards,

    Doc

    I would rather die from the acute effects of a broken heart than from the chronic effects of an empty heart. Copyright, Dr. David W. Smith, 2011

    by Translator on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 04:02:10 PM PDT

  •  Everyone, look at the picture for the (6+ / 0-)

    video for the second entry for "The Story in Your Eyes".  Are those Hiwatt amplifiers?  I can not quite make it out.

    Warmest regards,

    Doc

    I would rather die from the acute effects of a broken heart than from the chronic effects of an empty heart. Copyright, Dr. David W. Smith, 2011

    by Translator on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 06:08:29 PM PDT

    •  I just found at TheWho.net (5+ / 0-)

      that Townshend used a pair of Moody Blues 4x12 Hiwatt amps that they had sold!

      Warmest regards,

      Doc

      I would rather die from the acute effects of a broken heart than from the chronic effects of an empty heart. Copyright, Dr. David W. Smith, 2011

      by Translator on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 06:28:18 PM PDT

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    •  the second version of "the story in your eyes".... (5+ / 0-)

      ... sounds to me like a "demo" or preproduction cut, done in a studio with fewer available tracks & less isolation capacity than the version that went on the album.  Speaking from studio recording & production experience.   Bands do that stuff to give the record company a sense of what they have planned for the album; the cost is relatively low and it gives everyone something to discuss going forward.

      I would guess it was done in 8 tracks or at most 16, with effects on during tracking, and pretty basic mixdown settings.  There's a little bleed-through between instruments and the drums & percussion stuff aren't as crisp as usual.  It has a pretty "live" sound but it's clearly not live.  QED must have been studio roughs.  

      I'd guess it was done in one take with maybe one pass for overdubs, and that's all.  Takes serious talent to do that and get something that good.  

      And there are probably more of those recordings floating around out there, for the rest of the songs on this album.

      I'll have to remember "climb a tree" as a metaphor for "take a trip."  You might have started a meme there:-)

      "Minus two votes for the Democrat" equals "plus one vote for the Republican." Arithmetic doesn't care about your feelings.

      by G2geek on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 07:08:03 PM PDT

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      •  Waht you said makes sense. (2+ / 0-)
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        I personally prefer t he less produced sounds of good bands, and this one is a good example.  Yes, trees are often metaphors for that experience.

        Warmest regards,

        Doc

        I would rather die from the acute effects of a broken heart than from the chronic effects of an empty heart. Copyright, Dr. David W. Smith, 2011

        by Translator on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 08:17:34 PM PDT

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        •  there is that. (2+ / 0-)
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          Progressive rock by its nature tends to be so complex as to seek out the most advanced recording capabilities available, but in doing so can sometimes risk sounding overproduced.  

          On the other hand when they're tight, going live to tape can't be beat for the combination of the complexity and the raw energy.  

          It takes off-the-charts talent to do that kind of music live without decomposing into a mess of mutually disconnected rhythms.  I worked with a couple of progressive rock bands, one of which was enormously talented and tight as hell in the practice pad but often suffered the disconnected rhythm section problem when playing live.  But oh-boy-oh-boy could they write songs, play their instruments, and sing.  
          Eee-yow.

          "Minus two votes for the Democrat" equals "plus one vote for the Republican." Arithmetic doesn't care about your feelings.

          by G2geek on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 11:35:08 PM PDT

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      •  If my emotional state were not (5+ / 0-)

        so fragile at present, I might want to climb a tree again.  It has been a very long time.  I would prefer to climb that tree with someone dear to me (you know who, because you read my pieces all of the time) and for us to have a bit of telepathy.  Those who have never climbed trees can not understand the almost direct bond, akin to a mind meld, that climbing a tree together can have.

        This is just hypothetical, right?  I would not even know where to find a tree, or even leaves from one (that should not be difficult to decipher, since tree leaves burn and make smoke, less potent but still interesting).

        I should quit whilst I am ahead.

        Warmest regards,

        Doc

        I would rather die from the acute effects of a broken heart than from the chronic effects of an empty heart. Copyright, Dr. David W. Smith, 2011

        by Translator on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 08:36:57 PM PDT

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        •  agreed.... climbing trees is for folks who... (5+ / 0-)

          .... are in the kind of physical shape where they're at little to no risk of breaking something if they fall from a branch.  

          The best and surest route to enlightenment is the combination of mindfulness meditation and concentrative meditation, for which I'm going to publish some instructional diaries shortly.  Climbing trees tends to provide a useful overview of the landscape, but it doesn't provide a shortcut for the journey along the path, which is still a journey on foot.

          The diaries I'm going to publish will be couched in terms of "learning to observe one's reactions and maintain concentration for the sake of winning political debates" (in order to not stir up a threadjack from the New Atheist brigade, for whom anything the slightest bit "spiritual" = "religion" that has to be pre-emptively put down in the strongest terms) but the techniques will be straightforward mindfulness & concentration exercises.  Anyone who starts doing them concertedly will shortly start to notice broader benefits than anything I'm going to claim in the diaries:-)

          --

          You & I have some common ground here: we're both something along the lines of "psychedelic romantics" whose idea of perfect love is the partial merger of souls rather than merely carnality with enhancements.  That (plus I think some neurotransmitter stuff, easily adjusted with low doses of antidepressants) explains a metric shit-ton of what you've been going through with relationships.

          Check this out: muy mas importante, mi amigo:  We live in a culture that does not even recognize the existence of the kinds of relationships we seek.   I'm gay and if anything the gay culture is more difficult on this axis of measurement, with something of an over-emphasis on sex as both an outcome of male psychology and a reaction to cultural oppression.   So I know what you're going through from the inside, and we're both looking for something that is exceptionally rare in American culture, for which reason it's not surprising that catching even the slightest glimpse of it can turn into something that can feel like a wild ride through the bipolar zone.

          The nearest solution I could find was to just detach from the romanticism in favor of keeping the mind-mesh stuff.  That's a flawed solution too, in the sense of a gratuitous asceticism, but at least it prevents the wild rides and thereby preserves sanity:-)   What works for me is being engaged in whatever creative synergies are possible with as many fellow smarty-pantses as I can find.  The combination of all of that is at least sustaining even if not quite as satisfying as going the whole route.  What works for each person is somewhat different.  But it might be interesting to see who else out there is wired similarly, if for no other reason than the sheer research interest in figuring out the various cognitive and emotional foundations of this unusual kind of personality.

          And now I've also said more than I should in a public place, but so be it.  

          "Minus two votes for the Democrat" equals "plus one vote for the Republican." Arithmetic doesn't care about your feelings.

          by G2geek on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 12:03:11 AM PDT

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          •  Your line that goes (0+ / 0-)

            "...perfect love is the partial merger of souls rather than merely carnality with enhancements." describes my feelings very well.  We have reevaluated our relationship and have pledged to be dearest friends, but of course I would like more deeply fulfilling relationship.  Of course I would like a physical relationship, but as I told her there are many things that I would like to achieve with her first, like absolute trust, a joy of just being together, mutual respect, and other emotional and social bonds.  We have accomplished some of those.

            The hell of it was that I was not looking for a relationship with anyone, let alone her, when we became close last year.  All that I can do is be the best friend that I can to her and her daughter and be here for her when she needs me.

            All in all, I prefer having an imperfect (to me) relationship than no relationship with her at all.  Thursday she called me and asked if I were OK.  I told her, and asked why she was asking.  She told me that I usually come by or call by that time of day and that she was worried and that she missed me.  I asked if that were an invitation, and it was.  We spent the next almost 10 hours together just enjoying each others' company.  I helped her pack for her camping trip this weekend and she cut my hair, so it is not just me giving of myself and getting back nothing but her presence.  She does things for me just as I do things for her.

            I agree that we are kindred spirits in many ways.  For the record, I no not give a whit about anyone's orientation.   I also agree that the culture does not seem to have room for anything but the carnal (or at least it seems that way much of the time), and that in a really loving relationship that plays an important, but far from the most important, role.  Some believe that the physical part of a relationship is the most intimate and therefore the ultimate manner of expression of love.  I do not subscribe to this school of thought.

            Little things, like when two faces light up with smiles when eyes make contact, the soothing effect of a beloved voice, or the simple joy of preparing and eating food together are much more important, because these are things that can happen scores or hundreds of times per day.  Except for very unusual persons, sex just does not happen that often, and if the dozens of other positive interactions do not happen, the relationship is doomed for failure.

            Yes, I am a romantic, and I can not wait to see her when she gets back tomorrow night or Monday.  She has no telephone signal where they are camping, so I can not even talk with her, and as a matter of fact left her telephone with her mum because her mum was out of minutes on her plan.

            Thank you very much for the insights, the encouragement, and the very kind words.  I wish you all the best, and if you ever need or want to talk, send me a private message on the Kos service and I shall get back with you.

            Extremely warm regards,

            Doc

            I would rather die from the acute effects of a broken heart than from the chronic effects of an empty heart. Copyright, Dr. David W. Smith, 2011

            by Translator on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 03:07:50 PM PDT

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        •  All this Moodies music.... (2+ / 0-)
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          Brown Thrasher, Translator

          ....reminds me of my first lover.  We both loved the Moodies (though Tull's "Thick As A Brick" was "our" song).

          There was one night we climbed a tree together and made love in the branches (the only time I've ever done those two things together).  It was an uber-cold Vermont night (-30F or so) and in addition to the mind melding and romanticism, there was the very primal thing of our bodies just keeping each other warm.  

          It's easily the closest I've ever been to another human being.  Sadly, the relationship decayed and disintegrated fairly shortly thereafter but that night will resonate with me until I go to my grave.

          I really love this music but sometimes it does hurt to listen to it.

          And yes, I'm too old to be climbing trees these days, though it sure beats getting entangled in a Bush.

          See the children of the earth who wake to find the table bare, See the gentry in the country riding out to take the air. ~~Gordon Lightfoot, "Don Quixote"

          by Panama Pete on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 06:52:52 AM PDT

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          •  That is a very touching (0+ / 0-)

            recollection, and I appreciate you sharing it.  Whilst these can be powerful experiences, as I was saying to G2geek earlier, without the constant little things relationships just will not last.

            Fortunately, the Bushes are gone.  By the way, Dr. Hofmann claims to have climbed over 100 trees, some quite late in life, and he lived to be 102 years old.

            Warmest regards,

            Doc

            I would rather die from the acute effects of a broken heart than from the chronic effects of an empty heart. Copyright, Dr. David W. Smith, 2011

            by Translator on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 04:42:22 PM PDT

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  •  I've been drinking, so I could be wrong here. (7+ / 0-)

    But it sounds like the Alan Parsons Project got a lot of their sound from this group.

    "The disturbing footage depicts piglets being drop kicked and swung by their hind legs. Sows are seen being kicked and shoved as they resist leaving their piglets."

    by Bush Bites on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 06:29:56 PM PDT

  •  Good stuff Doc (5+ / 0-)

    but you might want to check the video for "You Can Never Go Home" it seems to be a repeat of "Nice to be Here".

    I don't think I had this album, cause I would have played it beginning to end and memorized the songs.  And some of these aren't familiar.

    “that our civil rights have no dependence on our religious opinions, any more than our opinions in physics or geometry.” Thomas Jefferson

    by markdd on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 06:38:45 PM PDT

  •  jumping in here (5+ / 0-)

    Haven't read the whole diary yet but was struck by the Every Good Boy Deserves Favor. I learned it as Every Good Boy Does Fine but at the height of the W years, my dentist told me it was Even George Bush Deserves Food!

    music- the universal language

    by daveygodigaditch on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 06:42:20 PM PDT

  •  Question about Question (5+ / 0-)

    I missed last week's diary about A Question of Balance.  One line in the song How Is It (We Are Here) goes "while a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain."

    I was puzzled by the lyric when the song came out, and I am still puzzled.  I'm not aware of any incident of dumping grain in the ocean.  Can anyone enlighten me?

    Oh, and I regard A Question of Balance as one of the great albums of the entire rock era.

    •  Here are lyrics for that song: (5+ / 0-)
      How is it we are here, on this path we walk,
      In this world of pointless fear, filled with empty talk,
      Descending from the apes as scientist-priests all think,
      Will they save us in the end, we're trembling on the brink.

      Men's mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
      Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
      Concrete caves with iron doors, bury it again,
      While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.

      Her love is like a fire burning inside,
      Her love is so much higher it can't be denied,
      She sends us her glory, it's always been there,
      Her love's all around us, it's there for you and me to share.

      Men's mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
      Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
      Concrete caves with iron doors, bury it again,
      While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.

      How is it we are here
      How is it we are here
      How is it we are here

      It hope that it helps.

      Warmest regards,

      Doc

      I would rather die from the acute effects of a broken heart than from the chronic effects of an empty heart. Copyright, Dr. David W. Smith, 2011

      by Translator on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 07:16:16 PM PDT

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  •  Unfortunately I missed the last (5+ / 0-)

    few of these diaries as I was out of the country and had limited time on the web.  I'll have to go back and look at the diaries for 'On the Threshold of a Dream' which is a favorite of mine.  As always you are doing an excellent job.

    EGBDF was the last of the Moody Blues LPs that I purchased.  I got into them in high school in the late 70s and bought them in more or less random order.  For some reason it didn't appeal to me all that much - I may just have overdosed a bit on the band at that point.

    I'm looking forward to your take on Seventh Sojourn which is probably my favorite of all of their works.

    "We are normal and we want our freedom" - Bonzos

    by matching mole on Fri Jun 01, 2012 at 07:14:45 PM PDT

  •  Love the lyrics (0+ / 0-)

    And discussion, but wish there were links to the videos because they aren't showing in FireFox for me.

    All diaries should include links to the videos, please!

    Women create the entire labor force.

    by splashy on Sat Jun 09, 2012 at 07:45:02 PM PDT

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