Journal Archive - March, 2007

i'm sure you've seen this by now, but oh boy it's fantastic.
watch to the very end.
the last 'mc rove' is awesome.
-moby

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYZre8kEsuw

serious education, ok?
ok, not particularly serious.
i'd be a failure as a school teacher cos i'd only want to study
fun, as opposed to relevant, science and statistics.

like, for example:

top 10 gay animals:

http://www.livescience.com/bestimg/index.php?url=&cat=gayanimals

the unique flora and fauna that lives on our skin:

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/02/070206-skin-microbes.htm...

pregnant women who consume lots of beef having sons with low sperm counts:

http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/070327_sperm_counts.html

amazing picture of the sun:

http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/gallery/images/large/suncombo1_prev.jpg

and, lastly, a ranking of the world's countries by population:

https://www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/rankorder/2119rank.html

from one nerd(i.e-me)to another(i.e-you, or so i assume. like attracts like, right?).

-moby

it completely took me by surprise and made me cry.

http://www.newyorkdollmovie.com/

it's about arthur "killer" kane, the bass player from the new york dolls.
it's really remarkable, please watch it if you can.
i love being surprised, and this surprised me.
i also love being reminded of the virtues of quiet grace and dignity.
quiet, humble people are my heroes above all others.
i really don't care so much about larger than life figures.
give me a quiet, graceful, decent person who humbly exhibits kindness and benevolence any day.
what a great movie.

moby

of course you do, i mean who doesn't want to hear funny stories?
everyone likes funny stories.
except for pedophiles and people who test cosmetics on bunnies.
they don't like funny stories.
well, actually, they might like funny stories.
but their idea of a funny story might differ greatly from our idea of a funny story.
ok, enough with the funny story prelude.
yesterday i went to do a photo shoot.
end of story.
isn't that funny?
no, it's not.
because it's not the whole story. i was just testing to see if you're still reading.
ok, so yesterday i went to do a photo shoot at one of manhattan's 15,421,289 photo studios('milk' studios, in this case, which is ironic given the story).
so i show up at the studio and there's the normal coterie of people who gather at photo shoots.
stylist, make-up person, magazine people, art director, publicist(all very nice people, by the way, 'normal coterie' has no pejorative connotations), and bryan adams.
wait, bryan adams?
as in 'summer of 69' bryan addams? and 'everything i do(i do it for you)' bryan adams?
yes, that bryan adams.
and he's not just wandering in from a photo shoot next door to say hello, he's the photographer and he's there to take pictures of me.
so we start talking and it turns out that bryan is also a vegan(thus the irony of shooting in 'milk' studios. small irony, but irony nonetheless). so we talk about veganism and raw-foods(he's into raw foods, i have a problem with raw food in that i really, really like spaghetti, and something about a raw-only diet makes me feel like i'm dying of starvation although i recognize that it's healthy and good and i will make more of an effort to eat more raw foods, really i will, i promise).
i get over my surprise at being shot by bryan adams(who has, by the way, sold about 180 billion records and had a #1 single in the uk for something like 45 years in a row)and we start the photo shoot.
thus far i'm surprised because:
a-bryan adams is my photographer
b-he's a vegan and now i'm surprised because he's actually a really good photographer. he's using a hasselblad with a digital back and he knows what he's doing and the lighting is great and i have to say that he's probably one of the best medium format portrait photographers i've ever worked with.
lots of us musicians are dilletante photographers, but bryan actually seems to have transcended the realm of dilletante photographer. he's a really good non-dilletante photographer.
huh, imagine my surprise.
we take a bunch of pictures, and 1/2 way through the photo shoot a tiny little chihuaha runs into the photo studio.
i, being a dog whore, chase the chihuaha and pick it up and start playing with it and the chihuaha ends up being in a whole bunch of the photos.
this chihuaha was tiny. probably the tiniest chihuah i've ever encountered.
and friendly, too, not one of those mean-spirited chihuaha's that hates everything and everyone.
no one likes those chihuaha's. those chihuaha's should take personality classes from this tiny chihuaha. he was excellent.
the photo shoot ends and i look at some of the other things that bryan's been shooting recently. pictures of joss stone and placido domingo and lindsay lohan.
oh, i got some good lindsay lohan gossip. turns out she's a space alien and is actually a composite creature made out of 50 other tiny creatures, kind of like when the little rascals stand on each others shoulders and pretend to be an adult. she's really 50 tiny space alien creatures pretending to be human.
it's true, i heard it from the homeless guy in front of milk studios and he never lies about anything. like the time he told me that the pentagon is really an aquarium for floating reptile brains. he's never wrong.
ok, that's my funny story.
or 'funny stories' if you factor in the chihuaha and the lindsay lohan gossip.
back to work.
moby

a-yesterday i went to a political fundraiser and got to hear bill clinton speak. i've heard bill speak lots of times and i still maintain that he's the best public speaker ever. or if not ever, certainly he's the best public speaker who happens to be a former president from the 20th century.

b-VERY IMPORTANT: after watching the simpsons last night i've figured out that the simpsons live in new england. there are springfields in massachussets, new hampshire, rhode island, connecticut, and vermont. the simpsons springfield is, most likely, in one of these states. most likely massachussets or vermont or new hampshire. 'why?', you might ask? because in last nights simpsons they went to barnacle bay. while at barnacle bay they looked at a storm on the weather radar that showed the coast of new england. they then cut to a scene at mo's bar where lenny and mo and carl were looking at the rain and talking about the bad storm. the simpsons also spontaneously drove to barnacle bay from springfield, so the two places have to be fairly close to each other. yes, i'm a nerd to even consider, let alone write, about this.

c-it's the 4 year anniversary of the start of the iraq war. roughly 4 years ago bush & co. promised that the war would be brief and relatively uneventful. president bush even stood beneath a banner that read 'mission accomplished'. 4 years ago. what would you do if you owned a house and you had a contractor who said 'oh, i'll have the work done in a couple of weeks' and then 4 years later was still not finished, had done a terrible job, and had gone 10,000,000,000 times over budget? you'd fire them and have them sued for gross incompetence, right?

ok, brief list.
moby

when i was in the 3rd grade i was obsessed with girls. utterly obsessed. i was 7 years old and hadn't even come close to puberty, but i was fixated on the idea of having a girlfriend. in fact, from september until december in the 3rd grade i asked every girl in my class to be my girlfriend.
for better or worse they all said no. kind of understandable, as i was 7 and they were 8. i mean, really, what self-respecting 8 year old girl wants to be the girlfriend of a desperate and pre-pubescent 7 year old boy? but although i had asked every girl in my 3rd grade class(mrs. travers' class, royle school, darien)the ne plus ultra of crushes was, for me, suzy childress. she was the 8 year old love of my life. i have no idea what became of suzy after 3rd grade, but from my 7 year old perspective in 3rd grade she was a perfect and beautiful little russian doll of a girl and, for months, i had the purest and most innocent pre-pubescent crush on her.
pre-pubescent crushes were so odd. you'd fixate on someone and desperately want to be their boyfriend, but what would you do if, as a 7 year old, you actually did have an 8 year old girlfriend?
long walks on the beach discussing strategic arms limitation treaties? poring over catalogs trying to find outdoor furniture for your time-share in sag harbor?
what would i have done if suzy childress or any of the other 20 girls i had crushes on in 3rd grade had actually said 'yes, moby, i'd love to be your girlfriend.'?
i would've been stumped, and probably said, 'ok, so, uh, what do we do now?'
this did sort of happen when i actually had my first ever real girlfriend. carol hanley(is it wrong to 'out' pre-pubescent crushes/girlfriends?). i was 11 and she was 12.
and, as is often the case with 12 year old girls and 11 year old boys, she was WAY more developed than i. i had never kissed anyone and she had kissed quite a few people. she even knew that you were supposed to kiss with your mouth open. i, alas, did not, and this proved to be my undoing as her boyfriend. see, carol and i kissed twice, and then she broke up with me because i didn't know how to kiss with my mouth open. the relationship had lasted 5 days. and she cast me aside so that she could go out with tom dunklin who did, apparently, know how to kiss. well, i can say with authority that he knew how to kiss because a few hours
after carol broke up with me she started making out with tom dunklin in front of me in the royle school playground. ah, the vicissitudes of 7th grade romance. i actually wasn't terribly hurt, as i was just amazed that i had even had a girlfriend.
and i remember my first kiss. wait, is this the sort of thing that i should be sharing with complete strangers? eh, we live in an age where everyone pretty much shares everything about themselves, so i guess it's ok to share the details of a first kiss, especially as the specifics are kind of pathetic, and everyone likes pathetic first kiss stories, right? well, carol and i were at her house(or, actually, her parents house, as not too many 12 year olds own their own homes)and we were sitting in her bedroom listening to the beatles and looking at the pictures of the beatles that came with the white album. we were sitting on her single, metal-framed bed, and i was utterly consumed with nervous excitement because i had sort of figured out that:
a-i had a girlfriend
b-i was sitting next to my girlfriend on her bed
c-i was allowed to kiss her.
so i leaned over and kissed her. and i remember thinking that it was really nice. unfortunately no one had told me that you were supposed to kiss with your mouth open. oops. so after about 20 seconds of closed mouth kissing(i mean, come on, i was 11 years old, was i really supposed to be experienced?)carol jumped up and said 'i have to go help my mom with dinner'. so i left on my bike and rode home in the rain, flushed and giddy with the fact that i'd had my first kiss.
she gave me a second chance, and we had another closed mouth kiss a couple of days later. soon afterwards she broke up with me to go out with tom dunklin, who, as we established earlier, knew that you were supposed to kiss with your mouth open. then after she and tom were ensconced in open-mouthed kissing 7th grade boyfriend/girlfriend bliss one of carol's friends, who i guess was kind of mean, said 'carol broke up with you cos you're not cute and you don't know how to kiss.'
this actually stumped me. see:
a-i didn't know that you were supposed to kiss with your mouth open, so how i didn't understand how someone could not know how to kiss? wasn't kissing just two people putting their lips together? how could anyone not know how to do that?
and
b-i didn't know that by 'cute' girls meant 'attractive' & 'desirable'
so i was left thinking, 'carol wants to go out with someone cute? like a treasure troll or a puppy? cos treasure trolls and puppies are cute. huh. that's odd. i guess i'm not cute.' and later i realized that oftentimes it's best not to understand a mean-spirited insult. it's better to be utterly nonplussed than aware, at least as regards insults.
i mean, isn't it better to have someone insult you in a language that you don't understand? if a cab driver from somalia starts yelling at me in his native tongue i can assume that he's saying something like 'sir! you are possessed of great wisdom and intellect, sir!' instead of 'fuck you, get out of my cab you piece of shit!'
right?
but, yes, i was dumped in the 7th grade by carol hanley because i wasn't cute and didn't know how to kiss. and now i have no idea where any of these people might be. the last time i saw tom dunklin he had hair down to his waist and he was working for the forest department in oregon.
which sounds like a fantastic job, if you ask me. but carol hanley and suzy childress? i have no idea where they might be.
i hope that they're happily married to cute boys who know how to kiss.
-moby

ok, before i get to today's fantastic story/anecdote allow me to say:

a-dj'ing in brussels, paris, and london was really fun. i love dj'ing. especially with the dj mixers that have the fun effects(like phasing, reverb, etc)built in. i'm a boy, so of course i like tech-toys.

b-thanks to everyone who came out for a bit of a rave.

ok, anecdote time:

so i'm at jfk airport tonight after my 8 hour flight from heathrow. waiting at the baggage carousel until my super-industrial-strength-cool-looking-metal-tough-guy dj box comes cascading down the chute, crushing all other luggage in it's path and making me feel kind of cool, if only for a second.
after collecting aforementioned dj box i proceed to customs. i hand them my immigration form and the very tall, very big, very tough looking customs officer says 'come this way mr. hall'.
i'm a bit annoyed cos this means i'm going to have to unpack my luggage and show that i have neither fruits/vegetables/class-a narcotics/semtex/designer clothes/avian flu vials/etc in my luggage.
we walk over to a metal inspection table and the tall, big, tough looking customs agent says: 'i really liked your music in 'bourne identity', do you have any other film music projects coming up?'
turns out that he's a huge music fan and we proceed to spend the next 15 minutes talking about music and wlir(new-wave radio station we both grew up listening to)and his favorite bands(gang of four, killing joke, the cure)and how much he loves remixes and how he's annoyed that it's hard to find remixes from his favorite bands and how he wishes that more people did remixes.
he then escorted me to my car, talking about music the entire time.
so rather than being strip searched and body cavity probed and forced to unpack, i ended up having a nice conversation about new-wave and remix culture.
i've had other interesting music experiences with the police.
one time, for example, i was walking by teany and the police were in the middle of a big drug bust.
they had the perps(that's me trying to sound tough, using tough cop lingo. do i sound tough?
no, i didn't think so)handcuffed and face down on the trunk of the cop car. but then they (the cops) saw me and wanted autographs and pictures. so there i am signing autographs and taking pictures with the cops while the perps were getting impatient and wondering why the police weren't taking them in to custody.
then there was a time i was coming into heathrow. i had a very stern looking immigration agent who asked me all sorts of probing questions. 'what's your reason for coming to the uk?' 'for how long will you be in the uk?' 'what line of work do you do?' etc.
i had a show that evening, and, i kid you not, this self-same stern looking immigration agent was in the front row dancing like crazy wearing all black and fishnet stockings on his arms(a la the goth/batcave days).
and now i'm home.
welcome home.
moby

you know, i think of myself as being fairly up-to-date on new and cutting edge technology.
and today i discovered a new medium for music delivery that i believe is going to have a really bright future.
it's called a 'compact disc', or 'cd' as it's referred to by industry insiders.
see, i was out to dinner this evening in paris and i was talking about the records that i had brought with me for my dj'ing gig later on. i was greeted with looks and words of incredulity.
'you still play records?'
'why, yes, of course i do. doesn't everybody?'
well, imagine my surprise when i found out that most(if not all)dj's currently playing music for the young people no longer play vinyl records.
they all use the aforementioned 'compact discs'(or, again, 'cd's).
i don't want to jump on the bandwagon, but i think that i might investigate these compact discs, and see if they're actually viable as delivery vehicles for contemporary dance music.
i have some questions that hopefully someone will be able to answer for me:
a-are these 'compact discs' prohibitively expensive? as they're new and cutting-edge i can't imagine that they're cheap.
b-can you play 'compact discs' on a conventional record player? do you need some sort of new and high-tech needle? perhaps a laser needle? boy, that must be incredibly expensive.
c-can you buy 'compact discs' in retail music outlets? like tower records, for example, are they going to be able to sell me 'compact discs', or will i have to search out some rare and high-tech specialty outlets?
d-can you play 'compact discs' repeatedly, or do they wear out after only one or two
uses?
boy, i'm full of questions.
but i'm excited at discovering and potentially utilizing this new and cutting-edge technology.
i wonder if these 'compact discs' will ever cross over and be a viable music delivery vehicle for consumers as well as professional disc jockeys?
and can you use 'compact discs' to store other types of data, and not just music? it truly is an exciting time for music technology, and i'm glad that i found out about these 'compact discs' before they became too well known and ubiquitous! i'd hate to feel like i was the last person in the world who still played vinyl records! that would be so embarrassing!
-moby

p.s-yes, i'm ridiculing myself. as long as i've dj'ed i've only ever played vinyl, but i learned tonight that NO ONE plays vinyl anymore. in fact most clubs don't even have record players, just cd-j machines. so i might have to join the 21st century and learn how to dj with cd's.
oh well, i'll still have all of my old vinyl to show my grandkids. although i guess that one has to have kids first, technically, before one can ever think about having grandkids. but my kids won't be interested in my old vinyl, as they'll be too busy rebelling against me and eating bacon and shooting squirrels, most likely. so, first i have the kids. then after the kids get done rebelling against me and hating me they'll have kids. their kids will be my grandkids. the grandkids won't hate me, and i'll be able to show them my old vinyl without them rebelling against me and being embarrassed that their dad still has about 600 boxes of old vinyl sitting in the basement. although i don't have a basement, technically. so, to recap:
a-learn how to dj with cd's.
b-have kids
c-compel kids to have grandkids
d-buy house with basement
e-put vinyl in basement
f-show vinyl to grandkids
g-respond at great length to their 'gosh, grandpa, tell us what it was like when you used to dj with vinyl!'

all across vermont people are voting to impeach gw bush and dick cheney. the governor of vermont is a republican and a friend of gw bush, and even he has been present when votes have been taken(some unanimously)to impeach bush and cheney.

here's the text from one impeachment vote:

We the people have the power -- and the responsibility -- to remove executives who transgress not just the law, but the rule of law.

The oaths that the President and Vice President take binds them to "preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States." The failure to do so forms a sound basis for articles of impeachment.

The President and Vice President have failed to "preserve, protect and defend the Constitution" in the following ways:

1. They have manipulated intelligence and misled the country to justify an immoral, unjust, and unnecessary preemptive war in Iraq.

2. They have directed the government to engage in domestic spying without warrants, in direct contravention of U.S. law.

3. They have conspired to commit the torture of prisoners, in violation of the Federal Torture Act and the Geneva Convention.

4. They have ordered the indefinite detention without legal counsel, without charges and without the opportunity to appear before a civil judicial officer to challenge the detention -- all in violation of U.S. law and the Bill of Rights.

When strong evidence exists of the most serious crimes, we must use impeachment -- or lose the ability of the legislative branch to compel the executive branch to obey the law.

George Bush has led our country to a constitutional crisis, and it is our responsibility to remove him from office.

now hopefully our representatives in congress and the senate will follow the will of

the people and begin criminal investigations and impeachment hearings against

gw and his administration.

-moby

as it's -10 degrees(-23 in celsius)in nyc tonight i thought i'd write about summers when i was little.
or, littler.
the summers when i was growing up had a deathly and cloying stillness to them, and we were very poor although we lived in an obscenely wealthy town.
my friends had idyllic summers spent playing tennis and taking sailing lessons and swimming in clear, gigantic pools with high and fantastic diving boards.
i, on the other hand, watched a lot of tv. every now and then i'd wrangle an invitation to a friend's country club, where i'd spend my time in the pool or near the pool, trying not to look weird and poor. i felt as if my poverty clung to me like a bad stink. somehow i knew that everyone i encountered was aware that: a-i didn't belong, and b-i lived in relative and depressing squallor.
the summer of 1973 was particulary rough. my mother was smoking a lot of pot and dating a member of the charter oaks motorcycle club. so i spent my days at my granparents house. my grandparents had a big and beautiful suburban house, and they had a color tv(which we didn't)and their tv had an antenna(ours had a coat hanger. really. coat hangers can actually get pretty good reception).
normally i was perfectly happy to spend my days in front of the television, but this was the summer of watergate.
all of my favorite shows were cancelled to make room for the watergate trials. hour after hour they droned on, and every hour like clockwork i would go back to the tv to see if the watergate hearings had been postponed to make room for cartoons. any cartoon would have been greeted like a liberating soldier after a brutal fascist occupation.
but this summer there were no cartoons. there were no monster movies. there were no sci-fi shows. there was just the watergate hearings. hour. after. hour.
which left me fending for myself and figuring out ways to stave off the stultifying tedium of summer in the suburbs.
i would build things out of lego's. i would run hot-wheels track down the staircases. i would burn my g.i joe's. but my favorite thing to do was to play with my coin collection.
i know, that sounds sad. but i loved it. and in hindsight it makes me think that i probably should've been a banker. i would take my coin collection(most of which i had inherited from my uncle)and i would sit on the porch and sort through the money and arrange it by country and denomination(keep in mind i was 6 or 7 years old at the time).
and then i would invent fiscally motivated conflicts between the different countries whose coins i had. bolivia would suddenly be at war with italy because italy wanted bolivias coins.
england would battle china over the weird chinese coins that must've had some value because they looked so odd. this honestly kept me entertained for WEEKS. just sitting on the porch playing with my coin collection.
i would also keep my bank book with me and look at it on occasion. see, my grandfather had started a savings account for me and every month or so i would go down to the bank to find out how much money i had made through interest.
my grandfather started the account with $5, and within 9 or 10 months it had gone up to $5.65. this seemed like magic to me. i earned money by doing nothing??
i would go to the bank office and they would stamp my balance in my little bank book and it would always be more than it had been before, EVEN IF I HADN'T PUT MORE MONEY INTO THE ACCOUNT.
i honestly would've been happy to have gone to the bank every day to have them tell me that my bank balance had gone up 1/8th of a cent. that was 1/8th of a cent of very easy money. i didn't have to work for it. it just magically appeared, like a homunculus at the bottom of an alchemists test tube.
as time passed i started to put more money into my bank account. i would do an odd job and make 50 cents and deposit that.
i would get a $5 bill for my birthday or christmas. so within a year or so i suddenly had a bank balance of OVER $12. i would look nostalgically(but not longingly)at the $5.65 cents i had at one point looked at so reverentially. in my mind i was rich.
i was in double digits. the faded ink of $5.65 taught me the valuable lesson that change does come with time. bank balances grow from $5 to $12 and, i think i forgot to mention, the watergate hearings eventually ended and the cartoons and monster movies returned to daytime television like returning nobility after a long war.
the strange thing about playing with my coin collection and putting money in the bank and checking my bank balance every month was that i never really gave much thought to spending the money. i just loved the order and stability and regularity and promise of coins and bank books.
see, my childhood life was fairly chaotic. my mom was nice a lot of the times, but she smoked a lot of pot and had long hair and dated guys like al who carried a gun and worked at the gas station and had a big beard and shot plates when he got drunk.
i couldn't go to the country clubs except as the suburban equivalent of a charity exchange student, and i didn't live in a particularly nice or orderly house, but i could play with coins and bank books. and coins and bank books were never chaotic. even if the coins had a chaotic design(like some of them did)they were still made out of metal and they had weight and they were official and spoke of respectable things like banks and bankers and buildings with ionic columns and business lunches and suits and ties.
oh as a closing aside, if you have a 1955 penny look at it carefully, it could be worth a lot.
-moby

1-leading republican pundit ann coulter called senator john edwards a 'faggot'.

2-leading republican pundit newt gingrich said that new orleans residents(african-americans)were too lazy and dumb to get out of the way of the hurricane(without mentioning that the warning for the hurricane, katrina, started about 12 hours, at night, before it hit and there's only one bridge really leaving n.o).

3-congressional hearings began into the bush sponsored dismissal of federal judges with whom the bush administration disagreed.

4-it's been 2001 days since 9-11 and still no sign of bin laden. also, $800 billion dollars of u.s taxpayers money has been spent in iraq and afghanistan, with no sign of improvement in either country.

5-the president of iran met with the leader of saudi arabia, ostensibly to decide on how best to cut up the middle east. glad that our $800 billion dollars and 40,000 dead and wounded troops are helping our avowed enemies to decide how the middle east should be chopped up...

6-senator strom thurmond's ancestors owned al sharpton's slave ancestors.

7-rudy giulanni, a pro-choice, pro gun-control, pro gay-rights, twice divorced former mayor of nyc emerged as the leading republican candidate for president. his closest competitor is mitt romney, who has publicly supported gay-rights and abortion-rights and gun-control.

8-president bush admitted that he doesn't have any other plans for iraq apart from maintaining the status quo. the 'status quo' i resulting in 5,000 wounded or dead iraqi citizens or u.s soldiers every week.

ok, that's it.
i guess i'm not so surprised that the mood at cpac was described as 'fatalistic', 'moribund', and
'profoundly disillusioned'.
what do republicans stand for again? seriously, does anyone know?
moby

ok, another list.
lists are good cos:
a-they're easy to read/digest
b-they're varied
so, another list:
a-it's cold here in nyc. again, REALLY cold. saturday it was warm.
today it's cold. and not minor differences. saturday it was 60 degrees, today is minus
5. that's a difference of 65 degrees. it's like we're living on the dark side of the moon. well, apart from the atmosphere and seasons and water and lack of lunar dust. apart from that it's almost exactly like living on the dark side of the moon.
b-'moby go best of remixed etc' was released today in many parts of the world. a "compact disc" comprised of contemporary "re-mixes" of popular songs hitherto known in their previously extant state.
c-recently, as a nerd, i've started watching old star treks. they're so strangely comforting. the ethos and the costumes and the buttons and switches. whenever i watch an old star trek i always imagine the cast and crew going home to their mid 60's modernish burbank homes and thinking 'this will never end'. now they're all in their 60's and 70's.
tis the way of all things, i guess.
the plots/stories are all so simple and decent and ethical. except the one where they go to the planet and are all made happy by plant spores and then kirk defeats happiness with aggression. this one always troubled me. why not just be happy, even if it's
plant related?
poor spock, in the end he looks wistfully at kirk and says, and i paraphrase, 'for a moment i was truly happy'.
d-i'm off to europe on wednesday. if you live in brussels or paris or london i guess i'll see you soon.
e-i really do write too often, right? i should learn laconicism.
f-that's all, goodnight.
moby

one of the authors of the contract with america?
stalwart conservative republican?
the man who served his wife with divorce papers when she was being
treated for cancer and still in the hospital?
well, i think it's safe to say that his political career came to a grinding halt
the other day(although it's amazing that a man named 'newt' who served his wife
with divorce papers while she was in hospital being treated for cancer
ever HAD a political career).
at the cpac conference he said this about the african-american victims
of hurricane katrina:
after defending the federal government he said the african-american victims were:
"so uneducated and so unprepared, they literally couldn't get out of the way of a hurricane."

goodbye newt. blaming the victims of hurricane katrina can't be something that any national
politican can happily have on their resumee.
so, goodbye.
-moby

2 memorable quotes:

bart: 'i had a dream where i was in a family of cartoon characters and our
success funded a propaganda channel called fox news'

and

cletus: 'brandine! i thought you were in iraq protecting us from 9-11!'

that's all.
moby

on this coming monday mute will be releasing 'go the very best of moby: remixed'.
this will be released pretty much everywhere, i believe, but not in north america(sorry, north america. i guess the man doesn't want you to have a disco party).
earlier i said that it's a good record. this is still true.
earlier i said that i could say with objectivity that it's a good record because i didn't actually do any of the remixes and could thus judge them impartially. this, also, is still true.
earlier i said that the remixers are all much cooler than i. this, also, and sadly, is still true.

note: it's a dance record. all up-tempo 'bangin'(i don't like the word 'blog' and i also don't like losin' the 'g's from the end of words. but i'll write 'bangin' cos it reminds me of flyers from the early rave days)club tracks. thus it is a good record for activities requiring energetic dance music, like, for example, dancing. it's not such a good record for things that might require introspective, comtemplative music, like, for example, being introspective. or, say, contemplating.
so: saturday night disco party? this record would be great. sunday morning lying in bed reading the collected works of jean baudrillard? maybe this record wouldn't be so appropriate.
again: driving through berlin at 2 a.m on a friday night? this record would be great. having a quiet conversation with your significant other about whether or not you should consider in vitro fertilization? perhaps other music might be better suited to the situation.

here's the track listing, featuring a veritable 'who's who'(yes, i just wrote 'veritable "who's who". deep down i think it's been one of my life goals to at some point write 'veritable "who's who". it's a pretty great expression, and one that i dont' get to use all that often) of dance dj's & producers.

if you had a party and you asked all of these people to play music at your party you would probably have to spend around a billion dollars. so, in many ways, this cd is quite a bargain as it costs significantly less than a billion dollars.
thanks,
moby

go the very best of moby: remixed. track listing with remixers:

Natural Blues (Katcha Remix)
Go - Vitalic Remix
In My Heart - Sandy Rivera Mix
Slipping Away (Crier La Vie) with Mylene Farmer- MHC Club Remix
New York, New York (featuring Debbie Harry) - Armand Van Helden Long Version
Bodyrock - Olav Basoski’s Da Hot Funk Da Freak Funk Remix
Raining Again - Steve Angello's Vocal Mix
Porcelain - Murk Remix
Lift Me Up - Mylo Mix
In This World - Push Vocal Club Mix
Honey - Rollo and Sister Bliss Faithless Remix
Beautiful - Benny Benassi Remix
In My Heart - Manhattan Clique Remix
We Are All Made Of Stars - Bob Sinclair Main Vocal Mix
Go - Trentemøller Remix
James Bond Theme (Moby's re-version) - CJ Bolland Mix
Feeling So Real - Old Skool Mix
Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad? - Ferry Corsten Remix