Obviously this is late. But I couldn't pass up the opportunity to share a wee bit of a throwback to my past. Recently, one of my co-workers and I were discussing music. See, she's a musician, too. And musicians, well, they have this universal love for all music genres. So, we're discussing a few of our tastes, composers, great songwriters, artists with buttercream voices and, out of nowhere, she says, "You know who I've always loved? The Moody Blues."
Get. Out. Of. Town.
Anyone who knows me just said, "Oh, boy. Here we go."
Because they know the magnitude of the passion this chick has for The Moody Blues. It's endless, OK? Deeper than deep. Wider than wide. Like... double infinity. Times fifty. I wrote to them when I was a teenager. Dreamed up scenes and dialogue and allowed their lyrics to influence nearly everything that flowed from the tip of my pen to that college-ruled sheet of paper.
So, it's no surprise those innocently spoken words--clearly my co-worker and I are musical soul mates--got The Moody Blues back onto my Spotify playlist.