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Lädt ... Porcelain: A Memoir (2016)von Moby
   Keine Keine aktuelle Diskussion zu diesem Buch.   ) thewestwing | Aug 12, 2022 |   ) AChild | Nov 27, 2021 | The good news is that the critic was right - this IS a very enjoyable memoir. It's funny, well written and provides an interesting insight into the dance and rave scene of NYC and beyond in the late 80s and 90s. This was gritty NYC before the zero tolerance clean up, when crack heads and dealers lived on many a downtown corner and late night subway rides weren't for the faint hearted (well, according to Moby anyway - what do I know). The bad news is that I still don't know what's become of Moby (other than being busy writing this book), as he doesn't divulge any recent info. In fact, (very) oddly, he doesn't divulge anything in this book about his major album successes, instead focusing more on getting started and his early success as a DJ and creator of a few big electronic tracks. He's an interesting character - a life-long vegan and one-time devout Christian, he went from years of sobriety, bible teaching and celibacy (despite working in the midst of the drug addled club scene) to heavy drinking and serial one-night stands with strippers. I have to admit he did come across as a bit of an a**hole when he hit the latter phase, but it's clear from his writing that he realises this himself but doesn't shy away from the truth. He'd ultimately like us to believe he lacks the confidence to believe in himself and risk being loved. Oh, and he's descended from Herman Melville. I found it interesting during his years of devout Christianity that he seemed supremely judgemental of rich friends who came from large houses and stable backgrounds, yet seemed completely at home with the druggy ravers and drinkers despite being sober himself. Even when he was on the up, he still washed with worrying infrequency and was quite happy living in the same clothes for days and living in rough neighbourhoods. Poverty was what he was used to, and he seems to find comfort in keeping his lifestyle in that vein of few important worldly possessions. 4 stars - gritty and funny, this is a snapshot of a hedonist clubbing era. No prior Moby adoration is required - just an interest in a window on the world at a certain place and time. (  ) AlisonY | Jun 9, 2017 | Title: Porcelain: A Memoir Series: ------ Author: Moby Rating: 3.5 of 5 Stars Genre: Autobiography Pages: 408 Format: Digital Edition Synopsis: Moby, the music artist, looks back on his life from his late teens until the release of his album, Play, in 1999. My Thoughts: I've enjoyed various songs by Moby, as I like the kind of music he puts out. I'm not his greatest fan, nor do I know all his albums or all his songs or anything like that. I'm a casual fan. At best. I knew that one of his songs was the end song for the movie Bourne Identity. I knew that he was a vegetarian [turns out he's vegan] and I knew that he had, at some point, claimed to be a Christian. Non-fiction is not the genre [notice how I lump it ALL together? That should tell you something] that I like to take long swims in. I prefer to let others have that privilege. But my recent read of Deadhouse Gates really left me needing something very different to get me back in the reading groove. This popped up at the library, I believe, so that is how I ended up reading it. How do I review a book that is pretty much a journal? There is no plot. Moby goes all over the place even while keeping things very chronological. We might get introduced to Karen in one chapter and then he's with Josephine in the next with no rhyme or reason. This was not an indepth, exhaustive look at Moby's life. It touched on highlights that have apparently stood out to him up until 1999, when things started going his way? 3 things stood out to me. He had a very hard life growing up and overcame being the token poor boy where he lived. Relationally, he needs to grow up and make a commitment to one of the ladies and stop searching for “The One”. Love isn't just a feeling and he chases the feelings, time after time after time. Finally, while he might call himself a Christian, I'd be forced to say he's “spiritual”. He's interested in “God” but it is apparent that while he's read and even studied the Bible, he doesn't think that the God of the Bible is the God he's after. It is sad to see and he even acknowledges his gradual loss of Faith, but he never claims to have had Faith in Jesus Christ. So from my perspective, what has he really lost? A feeling. This is definitely geared more towards those who are musicians themselves. When he starts talking about “the beatback interwoven with the attack high on his RGB-304” I have no phracking clue what he's talking about, specifically. I can glean that he's doing something musical with one of his instruments. In all honesty, that is enough, but it would have been nice to understand a little more sometimes. I felt like the dumb kid peeking through the window occasionally. With all of that being said, I still enjoyed this read. I learned more about a guy whose music I like. I jumped the rut of SFF for a day and I learned that I am pretty damned satisfied with my life even if I'm not famous, making 100K a year or sleeping with pornstars. If Moby, whose real name is Richard Melville Hall, writes another memoir about later in his life, I'll be reading it for sure. ★★★☆ ½ (  ) BookstoogeLT | May 9, 2017 | Zeige 4 von 4 keine Rezensionen | Rezension hinzufügen
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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. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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