Moby: “A few years ago I was at a party in Brooklyn and I was telling a story about New York in 1989. The empty crack vials on the subway platforms, the after hours raves in empty basements and abandoned warehouses, the sex workers stepping through blood and offal in the meat packing district, and the lofts for rent for $500 a month…
I told some more stories about when I first started making records, how I would return cans and bottles in order to get money for food, the derelict factory where I lived without a toilet or running water, and how I thought my career as a musician was over right before the album play came out.
I felt a little bit like grampa simpson, telling stories about the dysfunctional glory days of a new york before it’s descent into baffling affluence. And after I told a few stories someone said, ‘You should write a book’. And so I did.”
Porcelain: A Memoir is about making it, losing it, loving it, and hating it. It’s about finding your people, your place, thinking you’ve lost them both, and then, somehow, when you think it’s over, from a place of well-earned despair, creating a masterpiece. As a portrait of Moby, Porcelain is a masterpiece in its own right, fit for the short shelf of musicians’ memoirs that capture not just a scene but an age, and something timeless about the human condition. Go!