From one of the most interesting and iconic musicians of our time, a piercingly tender, funny and harrowing account of the path from suburban poverty and alienation to a life of beauty, squalor and unlikely success out of the NYC club scene of the late '80s and '90s.
There were many reasons Moby was never going to make it as a DJ and musician in the New York club scene. This was the New York of Palladium; of Mars, Limelight, and Twilo; of unchecked, drug-fueled hedonism in pumping clubs where dance music was still largely underground, popular chiefly among working-class African Americans and Latinos. And then there was Moby - not just a poor, skinny white kid from Connecticut but a devout Christian, a vegan, and a teetotaler. He would learn what it was to be spat on, to live on almost nothing. But it was perhaps the last good time for an artist to live on nothing in New York City: the age of AIDS and crack but also of a defiantly festive cultural underworld. Not without drama, he found his way.
But success was not uncomplicated; it led to wretched, if in hindsight sometimes hilarious, excess and proved all too fleeting. And so by the end of the decade, Moby contemplated an end in his career and elsewhere in his life and put that emotion into what he assumed would be his swan song, his good-bye to all that, the album that would in fact be the beginning of an astonishing new phase: the multimillion-selling Play. At once bighearted and remorseless in its excavation of a lost world, Porcelain is both a chronicle of a city and a time and a deeply intimate exploration of finding one's place during the most gloriously anxious period in life, when you're on your own, betting on yourself, but have no idea how the story ends, and so you live with the honest dread that you're one false step from being thrown out on your face.
Moby's voice resonates with honesty, wit and, above all, an unshakable passion for his music that steered him through some very rough seas. Porcelain 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 the young artist, 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. Push play.
"Even the most the most bizarre scenes are relayed with a deadpan charm." (New York Daily News)
"...self-deprecating, hilarious and moving...." (Chicago Tribune)
"Moby's writing comes alive when delving into the creative process of producing his music.... A distinctive addition to the recent spate of well-written memoirs by contemporary musicians." (Kirkus Reviews)
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High hopes but ultimately disappointed
No. I'm not particularly a fan of Moby's music but after hearing him on a podcast was struck by what an interesting guy he was. The book started off well and I enjoyed hearing about NY in the 1980s, about Moby's life, about how he started to become successful and about how he moved from sober Christian to getting into drugs and alcohol. He was very honest about his struggles with maintaining a career after his initial success and I was really interested in hearing about how things changed for him with the release of Play. However the book ends just before the release of Play and it is discussed in fairly abstract terms. I get that the book covers a specific time period but I was ultimately frustrated in finding out how he reconciled his early devotion to just playing music without interest in financial reward, with the highly commercialised success of the album Play. It was disappointing because much of the book is quite honest and reflective. Although there were interesting stories I felt ultimately disappointed.
- Amazon Customer
Brilliant but unfinished
The descriptive style of mobys writing paints a picture of each story. Mobys reading was great too, this always makes me more inclined to buy a autobiography when the author makes the effort to read it.
When the book finished I was disappointed (comes as more of a surprise with audio books if like me you don't pay attention to how much time is left). This is because it only takes us up to 1999. I want the rest! I hope moby is working on his second autobiography now as this was fantastic.
- Amazon Customer