I saw the Moody Blues live several times back in the 80's. Once at Tanglewood in Lenox, MA, an outdoor venue which is better known as the Boston Symphony Orchestra's summer residence. That was a wild night. I remember it well because they allowed you to bring your own alcohol as long as it wasn't in a bottle or can. Most people used wine skins but I bought a "beer ball" of Matt's Beer. which was a plastic little keg with a few gallons of beer. I got to the front of the ticket line and they said, "No bottles or cans". I said, "It's plastic". They shrugged and let me take it in.
I sold several cups of that shitty beer for $10 so I drank for free that night.
BTW - it was a great concert too.
RIP- As a kid I was nuts about the MB's. I saw them live at the Fillmore East for free, because my sister worked there. During intermission, one of my other sister's friend's (who was in the habit of 'servicing' rockers...) told me she had a surprise for me. She led me down the aisle, to the side of the stage, where Graham Edge was waiting. I shook hands with him, and he recoiled in horror, because my hand was so sweaty, and let out an 'Ugh!'
All I could think of to say to him was, "Man, I really dig your poetry", and that was it.
Later on, my late cousin Chuck, who was a bass player, had a Moody Blues album, and he put it on the basement stereo ( which was in a little room under the stairs- a tradition in suburbia back then) and I was shocked to hear them play not psychedelic rock music like "Ride My See-Saw", but the R&B song "Go Now". Years later I was even more shocked when I played 'The History of Rock and Roll" video for one of my music classes, and in the segment of "The British Invasion", they ended it by playing Bessie Banks' original version of "Go Now".
I said to my class, " But this was done by The Moody Blues in the 60's! This is freakin' me out!"
The class just looked at me and said, "He be buggin' again."
yes, agreed. Without those bigger names selling at a decent pace, we wouldn't have had three CDs worth of People Band, Inaudible Collectif, George Khan archival material, Charlotte Hug, Sylvia Hallett, a particularly hairy solo Fred Lonberg-Holm CD, or any number of other things.