Moby and I meet poolside at a hotel on the Sunset
Strip, Hollywood, CA. As usual, he's dressed casually, just a Fugazi
T-shirt, droopy jeans and horn-rimmed spectacles. Looks lean but healthy.
Sort of unpretentiously unpretentious, you might say. He has an iced tea;
I have a Coke. Frequent refills at no extra charge. He pays. Nice guy.
Moby has a new album out on Mute called Wait for Me, an introspective set with an unusual genesis
and whose subtlely startling sonics offer yet another change in direction
for our restless Moby. In this exclusive interview he discusses the new
album, the collapse of the music industry and the phoenixlike rise of
independent artists 'round the world.
BLUEFAT: I was interested to read this anecdote
about your hearing David Lynch speak, and drawing inspiration from it. What
did he say that sparked things off?
MOBY: Well, I can only paraphrase. He was talking at
BAFTA, which is the British Academy of Film and Television, and he was
talking about creativity, and he was talking about how creativity doesn't
need to be judged by market standards but purely by emotional, subjective