I met Moby once

I saw him in concert too, back in the 90s I think, in Las Vegas. He put on a terrific live show. I didn’t know what to expect and I was pleasantly surprised. He gave it his all. The audience always responds when performers are loving what they’re doing.

The worst concert I ever saw was Van Morrison. He played for 45 minutes and he was checking his watch the entire time. He was phoning it in. Then he looked at his watch one final time and walked off the stage. No encore. Ugh.

But Moby put on a (surprisingly) great show.

And then I met him a few years later in New York. Shorty and I had a weekly DJ residency at Norwood Club. They were always bringing celebrities around that place. I have a picture of the three of us somewhere but I can’t find it at the moment.

Side note: Shorty and I were the musical directors for Norwood when it first opened and we programmed the music for the different floors, with different playlists that were timed to change throughout the day. One day I’m there working on the music and they’re taking Michael Stipe on a tour and they introduce me as the musical director. That was a fun moment for me. I got to be not just another schlub meeting Michael Stipe. Sadly it turns out that no one under 30 has any idea who Michael Stipe is, so I guess it wasn’t such a big deal.

Anywho…Moby is hanging out in the DJ booth and we’re talking to him for a bit and then he disappears. I have some friends there, including a guy who brought his new girlfriend. Some time goes by and my friend comes up and starts complaining that Moby is stealing his girlfriend. Apparently Moby was upstairs putting on a solo show, singing and playing acoustic guitar, and surrounded by starry-eyed women including this guy’s girlfriend.

It’s good to be the king.

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