Is it Moby? Has it always been Moby?

Realizing my life is made up of Moby songs

I was driving home from the studio (I’ve become a barre instructor!) this morning, and “Extreme Ways” by Moby came on as I was listening to Fat Boy Slim radio, and I literally belted so hard tears starting coming out of my eyes. I immediately put on Moby radio and banger after banger flooded the car and every time a song change I would catch myself saying “This is the best Moby song. No wait this is the best Moby song” when I immediately That So Ravened and thought ‘is Moby my favorite artist of all time?’ and I got so very comfortable thinking that the answer may very well be yes, Moby’s music is my favorite.

I remember being in a Nordstrom when I was little and hearing “Porcelain” for the first time. I remember how it made my stomach have butterflies, and as an anxious young child with constant stomach aches, a song that made it feel good was extremely rare and incredibly welcome. I remember hearing “South Side” for the first time. I remember thinking Gwen Stefani was the coolest person I had ever seen. I remember showing my friends in middle school that video and telling them about how she licked his bald head. I remember growing up and absolutely sobbing to “Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad” when my first boyfriend broke up with me in college. I remember putting “Sevastopol” on every single playlist I made for friends in college, and falling asleep to it playing back to back with “Stella Maris” from my ‘cloudz’ playlist on my very first laptop. I remember playing “Go” on the train over and over commuting into my internship and letting it create a theatrical aura when I walked into Grand Central. “This Wild Darkness” got me through one of the hardest times in my life when I was 29. I’ve never connected the dots from Moby to my entire 34 year life span, but if I ever do write a screenplay, Moby will be at the center.

This is just a love letter to Moby’s music, and a thank you to the universe for allowing me to have something so accessible and comforting.

Always and forever feeling eternally grateful.