The Magnificent Moodies (Mr. Laine, at left with git-box)
Listen/Download – Moody Blues – This Is My House
The new week is here, and if you haven’t given the very first Iron leg Radio Show a listen, you should doso since it is (if I say so myself) quite groovy and filled with lots of cool music. You can click on the Iron Leg Radio Show tab in the header. The new episode will appear in this space sometime around 6/15.
In other news, if you’re in or around NYC this Monday 5/23, I’ll be returning to Spindletop @ Botanica, and while I usually DJ soul and funk, I’ll be digging in my garage punk, beat, freakbeat and frat rock crates, so if that sounds like something you might enjoy hearing, fall by (47 E. Houston St, NYC) and join me for some 45s and a cocktail or two.
The tune I bring you today is an old fave, and while it appeared in a mix here a few years back, it certainly deserves to be heard on its own, so here it is.
I have stated here before that while I dig the Moody Blues in their various incarnations (both moody and blue), I am an especially big fan of the brief transitional period in 1966/67 when they were getting the tiniest bit freakbeaty, having departed from the blues and R&B influences of their beginnings, but not yet having passed into their psychedelic period.
There is of course a very clear dividing line here, that being the one the runs between Denny Laine (the original lead singer, years before he became a Wing alongside his pal Macca) and Justin Hayward, he of the groovy blond mod cut and deep, sonorous voice.
Today’s selection ‘This Is My House (But Nobody Calls)’ was the Moodies last widely circulated 45 of the Laine era (there was one other that was withdrawn almost immediately) from October 1966.
This is the sound of a band steeping in the pop of the mid-60s with the jangly guitar, jolly piano, good-timey hooks and the crazy, somewhat werewolf-ian “awoooo” backing vocals.
It’s one of those songs that is positively impossible not to sing along with, or if not, at least to generate a good, solid fit of head nodding and foot tapping.
Unfortunately this appears to have caught the band in a bad stretch since it didn’t even chart in the UK, which is probably more of a testament to the fact that in 1966 the radio was absolutely filthy with great music, and this little gem just got lost in the shuffle.
It would be a little over a year before the band returned to the charts (in a big way) with ‘Nights In White Satin’.
I hope you dig it, and I’ll be back next week.