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I know I don't often seem optimistic with all that "I want to die" thing, but at this exact moment I'm happy that I'm alive because... I'm in Florence. And I'm writing this while sitting in a cozy hotel room with a marvelous view on Baptistery.

And I have visited Siena today and... I know here I should write about its beautiful cathedrals and stuff but you already know it so... I bought a cd "Go - the very best of Moby". And here is what I've read while sitting in a train Siena-Firenze:

 

ok, i'll be honest: i've tried to write an essay for this ‘best of’ cd booklet, and it hasn’t been that easy. here’s my dilemma: do I write about the fact that I never expected to have a career in music, let alone a ‘best of’ record? to write about that seems a bit narcissistic, right? well, as narcissistic as it might seem, here goes: i never expected to have a career in music (it’s true. i actually expected to make music in my bedroom, have a day job, and dream about someday having friends who would be willing to listen to the music that i made), and I never expected to sell any records, and I certainly never expected to ever in a million years release a ‘best of’ cd. I’ve had songs that had been played on the radio? are you kidding? I’m just a weird bald guy who makes music in his bedroom. I’m not supposed to sell records or have songs that get played on the radio. it’s very odd to me. nice, of course, but odd. to continue the essay-writing-dilemma…

I also want to write about the world in which we live and the myriad issues/problems with which the aforementioned world is constantly confronted, and maybe toss in something about quantum mechanics and the inherently un-inherent nature of all matter (‘matter’ itself being a chimerical misnomer, he says nerdily), and how fundamentalists of all stripes are ruling and ruining the world, and how if people want to fight each other on the battle field they should be forced to go camping together for the weekend first (or at least play tennis and have lunch) as a way to air out their differences, and how life is short and I’m simple but I believe that we should probably all just worry less and spend more time doing nice things that we enjoy, and how it really is obscene that so many people on this planet feel so justified/entitled in violently forcing their will/beliefs onto other people, and how the world and universe are complicated beyond our imaginings and it’s the ultimate act of hubruis and fallacious thinking to believe that any aspect of the nature of the universe is in any way comprehensible to bi-pedal hominids whose life span is, on average, 1/1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000th the length of time that the universe seems to have been in existence, and how religion can be nice when it compels people to be kind and compassionate and forgiving but not so nice when it compels people to superiority and violence and arrogance and judgementalism, and how our reliance on petroleum is ruining us, and how sustainable agriculture and energy are not crazy hippie ideas but instead are sensible ways with which to advance and protect the future of humanity on this planet, and how our ancestors will be dismayed that we killed 50,000,000,000 animals a year for human purposes and how we allowed lobbyists and big businesses to subvert and corrupt the democratic process and force us into needless wars, and how the world would be better served if someone whould build more water-parks, and how life is very short and needs to be appreciated and enjoyed through work that is satisfying and friends and romance and dogs and music and food and charity and kindness and decency. and, possibly, I would, at the very end of this essay, write about how I really have an almost fetishistic love of run-on sentences. possibly because run-on sentences most accurately reflect how my brain seems to work. which might be a problem in and of itself, I don’t know. ok, I never expected to have a career in music. I’m amazed that I’ve actually had a career in music. and I think that we all should do what we can to make the world a better place and somehow enjoy ourselves in the process.

I guess that’s it.

thank you very much.
moby, nyc 2006.



So I just wanted to say: I still love Moby;) Hope you do too. 

..and I love travelling. It makes me feel alive.