damn, but boulder is a good looking town.
it snowed right before we got here(seems as if quite a lot of municipalities have forgotten to pay their spring-tax), and it’s a thick, heavy snow, so the whole town looks as if it’s been especially dressed for a hollywood christmas special, with the trees all covered in snow and lights sparkling in the ice crystals and etc.
and the mountains are snow covered and huge and impressive.
i know, boulder might get a bit heavy with the p.c, but it really is a beautiful town.
and tonight we’re playing one of the smaller shows of the tour at the fox theater. i believe it holds around 600 people. ‘an intimate evening with moby’. well, not ‘intimate’ in the adult film industry sense of the word.
and i just referred to myself in the 3rd person.
that’s creepy, and i promise never to do it again.
wait.
moby promises never to do it again.
i could really go off the narcissistic deep end and say, instead:
the moby promises never to do it again.
or i could just go to bed and read my book.
i think i’ll choose the latter.
-moby
p.s-if you get the chance to read it, there’s a great 3 part series on global warming/climate change in this weeks(and last weeks and next weeks)new yorker