Blue Monday

Few bands have retooled their sound as completely, or as lucratively, as the Moody Blues. After trying to make a go of it as a not-bad Merseybeat group with decent taste in R&B (they even backed Sonny Boy Williamson for a time during his stay in the U.K.) they took the sound of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band and ran with it. Starting with Days of Future Past, released in 1967 only a few months after Sgt. Pepper, they racked up big sales as progressive rockers, packaging their albums along lose conceptual lines, enhanced with the trippy artwork of Phil Travers. The foundation of their new sound was the Mellotron, a proto-synthesizer that used tapes of string instruments to approximate the sound of an orchestra. In this 1970 clip of the band performing “Tuesday Afternoon,” you can spot bandmember Mike Pinder on his Mellotron, which he had extensively tweaked for the band’s purposes.

It’s hard to believe that anyone ever took that thin, reedy whine for a string section, but as this MetaFilter link package reminds us, the Mellotron was quickly taken up by the Kinks and other bands looking for a progressive flavor.

At the risk of losing whatever hipness credentials I may possess, I confess to a lingering fondness for the Moody Blues. Chalk it up to those first couple of years in high school, when I thought Every Good Boy Deserves Favour was the most profound set of songs ever scratched onto both sides of a black vinyl disc. By my junior year I’d come to think there was something a bit . . . overripe about their Rod McKuen versifying, and Graeme Edge’s poetic musings could have been dropped into This Is Spinal Tap without anyone being the wiser. But there was a lot of pop songcraft beneath the overdubs, and there’s a decent single-disc compilation to be culled from their bulky catalogue. But please, make sure you cut out the poetry.

One of the sins on my conscience is having participated in the one time that I witnessed Moody Blues lyrics being used as an instrument of torture. I was at a party long ago with a couple of acquaintances, one a hipper-than-thou type, and when he learned that the other acquaintance had been a Moody Blues fan, he showed no mercy.

“Breathe deep the gathering gloom,” Hipper Than Thou rumbled.

“Yeah, okay, I never liked that one,” the victim sighed.

“With the force of a million butterfly sneezes,” Hipper Than Thou continued, “man has conquered the wayward breezes.”

“Oh come on!” the victim protested. “Enough! I give up.” He turned to me, obviously hoping to change the direction of the conversation.

I looked him in the eye and intoned: “When the white eagle of the north flies low overhead, and the leaves of autumn lie in the gutter, dead . . .”

The victim went howling off and I never saw him again that night. I think he changed his name and signed aboard a tramp steamer, trying to escape the shame and make a new life somewhere. I’m not proud of what I did, but I wont deny it was fun at the time.

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2 thoughts on “Blue Monday

  1. Scott Stiefel says:

    Never took a shine to their other albums, but Days of Future Passed is still one of my all-time favorites.

  2. mikeb302000 says:

    Cold hearted orb that rules the night …

    Thanks for a great post that triggered great memories.

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