He was just everywhere for a while: it was impossible to escape Moby for a couple of years, and it didn’t help that he sold the rights to every song on this album for commercials. Everyone’s got to make a living, I guess.
But it reminds me of the Peppermint Lounge across the road in Putney, mostly because Kate was going through a bad break up with some idiot lost to time, and she used to play Moby over and over (mostly Porcelain and Why Does My Heart) and we’d say yeah, he is an idiot who doesn’t deserve you, and buy more drinks. This one is much better though, and has actually lasted across all those years.
I saw him once, coming out of his apartment in Nolita: he used to live up the road from a coffee shop I used to go to. There was no paparazzi, no entourage, just a tiny little bald fella and a bag made from recycled stuff that was way too big for him.
I know, worst celebrity sighting ever, but I never cared about that sort of thing, and it was New York: they were all over the place. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3YMxM1_S48