i’m sure that everyone will be thrilled to hear that i’ve run out of things to say.
it’s true.
my brain is a sieve.
stuff goes in and it goes right out, without troubling my spongey grey matter.

so why am i still writing when i have nothing to say?
habit.
i put my fingers on these little plastic keys and they just start moving of their own accord.
a conditioned, autonomic response.
i’m writing, but i’m not saying anything.
because i’ve run out of things to say.
i’m hoping that this will only be a temporary condition, but even if it turns out to be permanent i can’t see it as being a very big deal.

there are millions of people writing little missives on the internet.
so if i run out of things to say it’s not as if my silence will be creating much of a void.
i’ll be back tomorrow to let you know how my ‘mind is an empty sieve’ condition is progressing.

here’s a question: what do you think are the most appropriately and inappropriately named fruits?
my vote would be:
appropriately named: orange
inappropriately named: pineapple.
and most attractive and unattractive fruit names?
my vote:
attractive name: honeydew.
unattractive name: breadfruit.
thanks,
moby

i really need to write a few words about performing ‘new dawn fades’ with new order and billy corgan and john frusciante.
first off…oh my goodness.
i can’t emphasize enough just how important joy division were to me when i was growing up.
my brain almost can’t process the fact that i sang a joy division song with the people who originally wrote and recorded it.
i feel like the most fortunate musician in the world.
and to have billy corgan and john frusciante involved as well was really, really special. i have profound respect and appreciation for both of them.

doing our brief backstage rehearsal of ‘new dawn fades’ was really cool, cos everyone involved was speaking the same language, musically. my manager marci documented it, so i’m hoping that at some point we can show the tape of the quick rehearsal that we did.
amazing musicians and really wonderful people all of them.
i’m still kind of speechless.
-moby