i get a lot of messages asking the following:
a-‘is this really moby?’
b-‘is this someone else?’
c-‘do you write your own blogs?’
so, to answer:
a-for what it’s worth, yes it’s me.
b-for what it’s worth, no, this isn’t someone else.
c-for what it’s worth, yes, i write my own blogs.
so, again, for what it’s worth, it’s me, moby, the bald musician from nyc whom everyone loves to hate(even stephen king, apparently. i’m dissed in his book ‘cell’. ouch.).
so if something is good about my blogs, etc, well, lucky me, i get to take the credit.
and if something is terrible about my blogs, etc, well, unlucky me, i have to take the credit.
i’m in madrid now.
hi.
-moby
p.s-you’ll notice that i’ve finally given in and am using the word ‘blog’ even though i think that it’s the most disgusting sounding abbreviation ever in the history of disgusting sounding abbreviations. it sounds like a word to describe the act of removing something particularly nasty from a stuck pipe. ‘ach, the cow pooed in the toilet again, looks like we’ll have to blog it out.’