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When I was 19, I was in a field patiently waiting for the moment that a drunken Greg Harrison would realise that a lit firecracker had just been placed under his camping chair. I was not mournfully contemplating the disillusioning end of an affair like John Lodge. The sad sack of shit behind \u2018Nights in White Satin\u2019.<\/p>\n
In truth, both instances will go down in history. The difference is that one will be ascribed to the anecdotal lore of regurgitated pub chatter, and the other will be viewed as an anthem that defined an era. With \u2018Nights in White Satin\u2019, the Moody Blues<\/a> added a new level of melodrama to rock \u2018n\u2019 roll, colouring it a rather grandiose shade of royal blue.<\/p>\n When you think about the song, its grandeur, and solemnity, you certainly don\u2019t think of a 19-year-old boy. That makes the following assertion from Lodge deeply confounding. \u201cI wrote our most famous song, \u2018Nights in White Satin\u2019 when I was 19,\u201d he alarmingly recalls. \u201cIt was a series of random thoughts and was quite autobiographical,\u201d he told Daily Express.<\/p>\n But how could that be? How could an autobiographical song by a teenage boy in a band be about anything other than cheap lager, platitudinous sixth-form politics, and woeful attempts to pull?\u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cIt was a very emotional time,\u201d Lodge bizarrely continues, \u201cAs I was at the end of one big love affair and the start of another. A lot of that came out in the song.\u201d At the end of the big love affair and the start of another? At 19, mate?\u00a0<\/p>\n Yet the track itself is incredibly sincere. If Lodge had said, \u2018I wrote this after being separated from my wife of 30 years following a sudden tectonic rupture. She was sent drifting, without any means to contact, towards Papua New Guinea, and I was now alone, dreaming of her touch somewhere near the Bering Strait,\u2019 then it would\u2019ve, quite frankly, been fitting.<\/p>\n Or at least more fitting than a spotty lad from the suburbs of Birmingham penning a moving, orchestral, proto-prog song about feeling aimlessly alienated from the world thanks to the throes of star-crossed love. Then there\u2019s the problem of the prodigious talent on display.<\/p>\n The quasi-suite structure, introduction of a mellotron, the swaying time somewhere between 6\/8 and 12\/8, all imply a composer who had been at the coalface of music way longer than Lodge possibly could\u2019ve been. Then there\u2019s Justin Hayward\u2019s booming vocal take<\/a> that soars over everything like a heartbroken eagle \u2013 and he was only 20 when they recorded the bastard thing!<\/p>\n