I saw The Moody Blues with my friend Wendy in about 1999 or so at the Target Center. When they started playing some of their “new stuff” I got up to find the ladies’ room, get a hot pretzel and buy my son a baseball cap. When I went back, I went to the right section but the wrong set of stairs. So, I stood there in the dark nervously looking for my friend while unconsciously taking bite after bite of my pretzel. My throat was dry, too, from being nervous.
Suddenly, I realized I couldn’t swallow and I had a piece of pretzel lodged in my throat. Instead of panicking, I quickly found an usher, did the international sign for I am choking, which is holding a hand up around your throat. I think he knew right away what was up. I turned around and lifted my arms and he did the Heimlich Maneuver on me and pop, out came the pretzel.
I never thought my life would be saved at a Moody Blues concert, but it is kind of appropriate. They used to say so many people sought them out for answers to life’s mysteries. Hence the song, “I’m Just a Singer In a Rock and Roll Band.” Not very many people know this story.