By now I'm sure that just about every Moody Blues fan in the world has seen our photo with Graeme, Norda, and Bernie. Lord knows that it has been copied and pasted in enough places, without our permission, I might add. But, hey, that's water under the bridge. I could care less. We all had a great time that night, as is obvious from the photo.
But this is supposed to be about what I learned in Cincinnati, isn't it?
Here you go!
The Arnoff sucks. The theater was too dark, and a certain beached whale was making all of us put our cameras away, so I didn't get very many good pictures. This one of Justin ain't half bad, considering the circumstances...
Most of what I learned was about or from Graeme Edge. I can't imagine why!
Graeme is quite the flirt. I'd like to warn any female fans out there that if you don't like having your personal space invaded, you probably don't want to let him get too close to you!
Graeme was given the nickname "Buster" in his younger days. It seems that his love for poetry was cause enough for all of the boys in his school to pick fights with him. Not wanting to have the proverbial crap kicked out of him on a regular basis, he quickly learned ways to emerge victorious, hence the nickname.
Regarding his love for poetry, when he first started writing it, he didn't know to end the lines at each rhyme. He wrote it like prose.
Graeme's wife was unable to get any photos of him with the Rockettes at the Radio City Music Hall show. Why? He wasn't able to get good enough seats for her to get any. Those same fans in the first few rows all of the time, you know. What a shame! I call them Moody Bitches. The band has nicknames for them as well. No, I won't say what thay are, but I can tell you that they are quite descriptive of the personalities of these selfish, arrogant ladies.
You can say just about anything with a British accent and sound dignfied!
Quoth Graeme:
"I look like fucking Father Christmas!"
Yes, I suppose that he does. Perhaps if he lost the red ho-ho hirt...
I don't want to leave out the lovely Moody Ladies. Bernie and Norda were both great fun to have around. Fun and interesting tales were told. For example, don't mention new Moodies albums around Justin. You may just find yourself on the receiving end of a flying cork! Norda should know!
Partying with these guys and gals was great fun. I'm afraid that I had a bit more to drink than I should have. Thank heaven that Graeme picked up the bar tab for all of us. It was quite large!
At least no one had to carry me back to my room. I made it there on my own. Yay!
