Oh, The Moody Blues, I officially love you. Before this song, I’d only recorded one other song by you in my teen years, and I loved loved loved it. Still do. And I knew this song, but I hadn’t heard it in forever, and as I was listening to it, I was transported to some emotional state that I don’t find myself in too often. I don’t know how to even describe it, other than that I had this constant sinking feeling in my stomach, like I was perpetually at the top of a roller coaster just before its descent, this sense of impending anticipation for something cosmically life-altering. Does that even make any sense, The Moody Blues? Probably not. But I listened to it twice and felt the same way both times. I’m sure it’s a mix of pre-holiday anxiety, mid-life angst, and just being an all-around unstable emotional train wreck. Regardless, the sound of your voice and that otherworldly music of yours moves me in a way few other songs do. I don’t know if I’m moody or if I’m blue, but I do know that my fragile mind can probably only handle this song once every few years. But it will always be worth the wait.
Radio 74, side A, track 12: “Your Wildest Dreams” by The Moody Blues