I’d forgotten how blissfully chilled out listening to Moby could be. When I first started listening to Play back in the day when it first came out I was amazed at the quality of the music and transition the artist had been through. “The Sky is Broken” has to be one of my most favoured songs. It’s been some time since I’ve listen to many of the songs and amazingly today, the last hour, I’ve been hearing Hotel in it’s entirety for the very first time and I’m now ever so relaxed, there is even some Madonna songs playing in another room (not that I don’t enjoy Madonna’s tunes) but they aren’t even registering on the same frequency. The ambience here now is almost total, a TV is on to the side with the sound turned down, the evening has darkened slightly and all I’ve been doing is browsing last.fm and checking my email. For a while there I didn’t notice the music but when I did I realised that I had almost completely disappeared from my mind and become part of the surroundings. I genuinely appreciate music and this is certainly some of the best on offer. Thank you Moby.
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Submitted on 2009/07/31 at 3:01am
I was first introduced to Moby at the place where we worked. Another member of the team played Moby Play through the stage speakers over and over again. At the time, my life had entered a period of turmoil, having exited an important relationship whilst the rest of my life seemed meaningless and empty. Moby seemed to compliment my pain and anguish perfectly.
At the time, I was heavily into the internet and came to know a wonderful woman who too felt and shared anguish but of a different type. She too appreciated Moby’s new ability to tap into the darker side of one’s sole. She had a spare disc of Moby play laying around that she kindly donated to me. I still have that CD (I am listening to it now as I type this). She also gave me the computer game, Settlers 1 and some of her artwork. Pain and anguish was to strike again when another female came along and through her jealousy and lies, tore apart our friendship to a point beyond recovery. Therefore the disc stands a testimony to a wonderful friendship so cruelly destroyed.
I stayed on the internet and met someone else who would become hugely significant to my life. By this time, Moby had distributed his Moby 18 CD. My new female friend and I would sit and chat on IM for hours on end, sometimes through the night, sharing our pains and life’s ilk while playing both the Moby albums repeatedly. The mood was surreal.
For a while life improved and I felt that I did not need Moby to comfort me… Nothing lasts forever… I know what true loneliness is and I have become accustomed to it, always prepared for its return. I am saved from it for the time being by one remaining sole but I ultimately know I’ll probably accidental screw that liaison up sometime too. The trick is not to hold onto people too tightly or else friendship turns to guilt and therefore feeling of obligation.
My favourite Moby songs are: Porcelain, In This World, Great Escape, Signs of Love, Sunday and At Least We Tried, amongst a couple of others.
Other songs I like by other artists are Usura ‘Open Your Mind’, Four Non-blonds ‘What’s going on’, Radiohead ‘Creep’, Crash Test Dummies ‘mmm, mmm, mmm’, Richard Marx ‘Hazard’, Limp Bizkit ‘Behind Blue Eyes’, The Verve ‘Lucky Man’ to name a few. My current favourite is Band Of Horses ‘The Funeral’.
Talking of Madonna, at the era I mentioned earlier, I was commissioned to dig out the weeds in the deepbeds. This pointless job, one of many, involved shifting through disgusting rubbish, unavoidably walking on, through and amongst a huge population of snails and experiencing prejudice from passers by that I was on some kind of community service for some odious unknown crime. Whilst doing this demoralising work, Modonna was in the charts with her single ‘Don’t Tell Me’ that was part of her Album that I forget the name of now. The song stands as a testament to that moment.
Submitted on 2009/07/31 at 9:48am
In reference to my previous comment concerning the work on the deep-bed, perhaps I should explain to the readers that the work done was unpaid which was unnecessary as the place we were working for was not a charity. One might wonder “Why on earth did you do it then?” Certainly, the phrase ‘a short plank’ comes to mind.
More precisely, aside the unfulfilled pledge that my voluntary work would be morphed into a paid position, the clearing of the over-grown weeds and rubbish was phase one of the project, second phase was to plant flowers for which I would have received credit. This did not materialise as it became evident, once the area had been cleared, that the weeds were discouraging yobbos climbing over the walls where the deep-beds were situated allowing them into the grounds to cause damage and a nuisance. Consequently, the weeds were allowed to grow back. It would seem perplexing then that the then management asked me the following year if I ‘wanted’ to do the work again. Needless to say, I returned a resounding ‘No!’.
I should also probably point out that perhaps when feasting on my moroseness last night, I had neglected to give recognition to others in my world who have made an effort to include me somewhere in theirs. Sure, I am no big player but I did receive a concerned phone call at a time I had consigned my sole to the unpaid role of recluse. I thank Jason though for making me feel most welcome here.
I’m glad you take the time to read. Music can change a lot of things and can bring back memories of a time and maybe the mood of that time. I’ve tended to listen to music throughout my life so can associate different rhythms with different times. I recall hearing Moby at the theatre but the memory for me, with the song “The Sky Is Broken” is another time and another place.
“I’ve tended to listen to music throughout my life so can associate different rhythms with different times.”
It is interesting you associate rhythms with eras. I have, like everyone else, associated rhythm with mood, but particular songs of similar rhythms can remind me of completely different moments in my life. The lyrics, when I can make out what they are, have a particular significance for me.