The Moody Blues rule. Utterly. I read once that people used to follow them around and just go up to them after shows and say, basically, "Tell me what to do with my life." Justin Hayward's lyrics were/are profound to many of us, and the often wistful, passionate melodies and powerful arrangements are unforgettable...and now I look at what I just wrote and see my own words pale in comparison to what that music actually says.

My favorite MB song of the moment: Voices in the Sky

"OLd man, passing by, tell me what you sing; though your voice is faint, I am listening..."