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Music artiste Moby says his life during a pandemic isn’t all that different from the norm.

- By LILY MOAYERI

LEAVE it to Moby (pic) to time the release of his latest studio album, All Visible Objects, for when a pandemic is well under way.

Although truth be told, it hasn’t really impacted his routine: an unapologet­ic homebody, the Los Angeles-based musician spends his days working on music, hiking, reading, thinking, repeat.

Touring, like drugs and alcohol, he seems to have given up in recent years. In its place? Advocacy for animal rights and living vegan as well as political activism.

Of late, Moby’s positive deeds have been overshadow­ed by social media criticism, first over his characteri­sation of a relationsh­ip with actress Natalie Portman that appeared in his second memoir, 2019’s Then It All Fell Apart (she denied that the two dated), and more recently, by reports of disgruntle­d former employees at his vegan restaurant, Little Pine, one of many LA eateries that was forced to shut down due to the Covid-19 crisis (the matter is ongoing).

It’s been almost three decades since Moby became the unlikely poster child for electronic music with his 1992 self-titled debut album. The astronomic­al success of his 1998 release Play cemented the artiste’s place in the annals of modern music history.

All Visible Objects taps into both ends of the 1990s spectrum: euphoric rave-y tracks of the early part of the decade and the emotive ambient ones that came towards the turn of the millennium (plus a spooky cover of Roxy Music’s My Only Love) creating a musical Venn diagram all his own.

For the last 10 years, you’ve been giving away profits, not just from your music, but many of your other ventures as well. What brought on your sense of philanthro­py?

It partially comes from being raised by hippies who were not very materialis­tic, and then gettinginv­olvedin punk rock when I was in high school, which is also either not materialis­tic or ashamed of the profit motive.

But in the early 2000s, I went to the other extreme of trying to be a really good materialis­tic rock star. I moved into some unnecessar­ily over-the-top apartments and houses and I had an assistant whose job was throwing parties.

There was an empirical aspect to it, which was: the more time and money and energy I spent trying to impress people, trying to have great stuff and to live in Jay Gatsbyesqu­e homes, the less happy I was. It was simple, emotional empiricism. I was bending over backwards,tryingtobe­abigpublic figure. I wasn’t good at it, and it made me miserable.

It led me to think, “Being a materialis­t doesn’t make me happy, what are the alternativ­es?”

To me, the alternativ­e was to live a relatively simple life, and enjoy the work that you make, and if you can, use your platform and money to help organisati­ons who are trying to fix problems.

Has that made you happy?

Much more so. My idea of happiness when I was growing up was, in a way, divorced from the human condition, as I think a lot of people’s conception of happiness is.

The idea that I would have the right portfolio of perfection and that would give me unspeakabl­e bliss and a sense of belonging until the day I die. The truth is, no one has that. I see people who have a lot and are not very happy try to get more. There’s no logic to that.

If someone is worth US$100mil dollars and they have three planes and five houses and they’re miserable, having four planes and six houses is not going to make you happier.

The Einstein quote that everyone loves: “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” There isn’t nobility around my philanthro­py. It’s just informed by evidence.

In Then It All Fell Apart, you said the need to write hit songs came from a desire to maintain your celebrity. Do you not feel the need to write hits anymore?

Thankfully no. There are a bunch of things that have helped me shed that need. One is when I had hits, it didn’t necessaril­y create any sustainabl­e happiness for me. Also, I’m a 54-year-old bald guy.

For me to be trying to write a hit that will compete with the music of 19-year-olds, the level of sadness and compromise and disingenuo­usness, even if I tried to do it, I couldn’t do it. Fifty-four-year-old guys should not be trying to compete with 19-year-olds for the attention of other 19-year-olds.

It would just be super-weird. It’s emancipati­ng knowing that not only should I not try to write hits, but I absolutely couldn’t if I had to.

Your post-pandemic life is not all that different to your pre-pandemic life, is it? Have you reached that enlightene­d place where you’re making music just for the art of it?

I don’t know if it’s enlightene­d, but I definitely love being in my studio and working on music and putting out records with the understand­ing that very few people will actually listen to them.

That is my guilty truth. I stay home and I drink smoothies and I work on music and I go hiking and I read books and I occasional­ly watch bad TV. It’s not all that different, but I have a sense of guilt around that and the only way I can assuage that guilt is by respecting and listening to what other people are going through.

You’ve been active on social media since the early days of Friendster and MySpace. Do you find it’s a dangerous arena for you at the present time?

It’s dangerous to my well-being if I read comments. It takes me a while to learn lessons. When websites like Gawker and Gothamist started (in the early 2000s), back then, I was a voracious egomaniac so I read everything that was written about me.

When the critical tide turned against me and I was becoming a pariah, I remember one of those sites had a snarky bit about me and one of the comments was someone saying how they wanted to stab me and wanted me to bleed to death in front of them in the street.

At that moment I should have stop reading all reviews, all articles, anybody who comments about me. For the most part, I’ve been pretty discipline­d about that, but every now and then, over the ensuing years, I’ve slipped. – Reuters

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