moby and me: Easter Pilgrimage To Bucovina (part four)

March 30, 2008

If you missed part one of my Easter Pilgrimage To Bucovina, go here. Part four follows herein.

Last Night

Last night, I tried to get through this recollection, but it didn’t happen. That reminds me…

Last week, you [moby] mentioned that you were going to a seminar where Petr Janata, a cognitive neuroscience professor from UC Davis, was going to be speaking.

moby wrote:

“i’m having a seminar/conversation with neuroscientist petr jenata at the rubin museum in nyc… come down and talk about the brain with us.”

You never mentioned how it went.

I found Petr Jenata’s website. It states there that he uses “music as a model system for studying the neural basis of auditory attention, imagery and memory.”

Some background music: moby, We’re all made of stars.

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Also, I checked out the sxsw spin interview video. Quick impression: another uninspired, interviewer along for the joy ride of kicking it with an unassuming, soft-spoken A list celebrity.

Will you ever find a hardcore interview where the interviewer can actually engage you at your intellectual level?

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moby and me: Easter Pilgrimage To Bucovina (part three)

March 29, 2008

If you missed part one of my Easter Pilgrimage To Bucovina, go here. Part three follows herein.

Last year, about this time, you [moby] did some gigs in Europe. You gonna make the same rounds again anytime soon?

Let me know when you’ll be in Madrid. Hopefully, sooner than later. I’d like a good reason to hang out there. I have some friends there that I’d like to see too.

Below, a little background music: yello, ooooh yeah:

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Easter Sunday

Sunday was a long day. I wasn’t feeling well. Taking pictures of the moon in the freezing night did something to me. Nonetheless, we visited the Romanian orthodox monasteries of Putna and Humorului as well as St. Mary’s in Cacica. We looked forward to a sumptuous feast for dinner. In the morning, Aurelian of Casa Antonio had gone to the shepherds to slaughter and quarter a lamb.

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View of the rear of St. Mary’s church in Cacica

The feast at Casa Antonio would begin with a traditional lamb-based meatloaf. Next came a sour lamb soup thick with lamb fat and garden vegetables. Then, Aurelian brought out the big guns: a massive lamb shank that had been boiled in liters of wine. We ate greedily and made lots of whimpering sounds after we had over-filled our bellies.

We went out to do some night photography, again. And there was a light rain. Unfortunately, there was no moon in the early evening. The temperature was near freezing (5 degrees celsius) and I think I pushed my luck. Perhaps, there was too much cloud cover for a moon when we went out. Finally, I did see a moon from the window in my room about 4am.

Around 2am, I decided to go for another bowl of sour lamb soup. Aurelian wasn’t sleeping and he was glad to warm up the ciorba for us. That was a bad idea. I loaded it with sour cream and fresh, crushed garlic paste. And I ate it with bread smothered with sour cream and garlic paste. The garlic put an unstoppable fire in my belly. And not just mine.
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moby and me: Easter Pilgrimage To Bucovina (part two)

March 29, 2008

If you missed part one of my Easter Pilgrimage To Bucovina, go here. Part two follows herein.

moby writes:

“oh, we’ve also put up the new album [Last Night] in its entirety on my myspace page (and it might be elsewhere on myspace, i’m not sure).”

Hear Last Night here (warning: product may contain peanuts, based on Schrödinger’s paradoxical thought experiments using quantum superposition).

Thanks, moby. Have a great weekend in Miami!

BTW, I think removing the forums was a great idea. Don’t cave to the mob of angry trolls. Comments to your journal should be sufficient to keep your website personalized and almost Web 2.0ish.

Below, a little background music: moby, Whispering Wind:

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St. Mary’s Church in Cacica

In a small Romanian village, I stood in an old church in the freezing cold. I stood shoulder to shoulder with the villagers. They were strangers to me. These people spoke another language, they worried about things which I did not worry about, and given the opportunity on any other occasion – most of them would be trying to sell me a square meter in their village for a preposterous amount – like nothing less than a million dollars.

Maybe, I exaggerate. But not by much. Been there. Done that.

And, yet, here we were in the same place and time, contemporaries, doing the same thing and not trying to get the better of each other. We were expressing by our very presence in that church, a desire (more or less) to be involved in something bigger than ourselves, bigger than our worries and everyday concerns, and bigger than our differences and our personal self-interest.

Standing there, I felt a strange community with these strangers as I reflected on the resurrection of Christ and anticipated a hot bowl of sour soup.
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moby and me: Easter Pilgrimage To Bucovina (part one)

March 28, 2008

Below, a little background music: moby, One of These Mornings:

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Easter Vigil in Bucovina

After an eight hour drive, I arrived at St. Mary’s Roman Catholic Church in Cacica (Kaczyka in Polish) just as the Easter Vigil service was getting started. Having fasted, I was looking forward to the late night supper waiting for me at Casa Antonio’s hostel-pension in Solca: ciorba radeautian– a traditional Northern Romanian soup. And since it was so cold (3 degrees Celsius), I hoped to find a warm bed too.

Yes, there is a website for the church in Romanian, Italian and Polish. Go here– if you can read any of these languages.

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moby and me: good friday and happy easter

March 22, 2008

Good Friday and Happy Easter

Below, my humble, fleeting gift to you: a listen to Enya, We are free now

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Good Friday

moby writes:

“This weekend in acapulco, i’ll be dj’ing, not playing live. just want to make that clear. same thing is true in miami. at some point in the next few months i might play live again, but for now i’m happy to just be a bald beer drinking dj.”

For some, today is Good, Holy or Great Friday- the day to remember Christ dying on the cross. Today is the day that the Roman Catholic Church has designated the anniversary of the Passion and Crucifixion of Jesus Christ. The date of Good Friday changes every year. But I don’t know how they pick the date. Anyway, I stopped at St. Joseph’s Roman Catholic Cathedral in Bucharest. There were long lines to the confessionals.
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moby and me: last night, austin, democrats and degenerates

March 16, 2008

moby is writing a lot more these days. His new album, Last Night, is about to be released for sale. Several singles from Last Night are out there on the internet. Here’s some links…

Check out the moby singles samples here, here, here or here.

Ok, I feel bad that I haven’t written to moby in two weeks. I’m sorry, dude. Iarta-ma.

I’ve been a little busy.

I’m trying to work out something interesting for the Yahoo! advertising guy in Romania. His name is Mihai Fanache. Despite Mr. Fanache’s ADHD, he rocks for a 20-something entrepreneur. With the support of the mysterious Orlando Nicoara, he came a long way from being just another talented, hardcore young guy out of Targoviste.

Below: Lou Reed, A Walk On The Wild Side

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Last Night

Dude, do you feel irreversibly contaminated by your celebrity life?

I continue to ponder your interview statement… that celebrity is a “corrosive” institution?

What’s it like… not to be anchored to ordinary reality with a 9-5 job?

What’s it like… not have to put up with people you don’t like, eight hours Monday through Friday?

Do you lose basic social skills and sociable perspective?

For example, does your contempt for nuissiants (nuisances and insouciants) get so out of hand (for lack of having to interact with them)… so much so that you just fade them into the background noise?

Did you get crunk with the new dawgs at the disco, last night?

Perhaps, this is asking too much.
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moby and me: coincidence and melancholy

March 2, 2008

Five cent tour for Patsaks:

Find out what a self-proclaimed blog star (me) has to say to an actual rock star (moby) in this surreal, ongoing fictitious relationship. And just because moby is an actual myspace friend, this is not cause for me or you (the reader) to think these conversations are anything more than fictitious.

“I’ve made tons of bad decisions and done tons of things I regret. But it’s an interesting process.”

– moby

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Mistakes were made… A loaded gun won’t set you free…

Dave Simpson interviews moby

Congratulations on your recent interview. I found your answers to Dave Simpson’s questions… honest. Maybe, they were. Maybe, they weren’t. Dude, I’m just telling you how your answers struck me.

Simpson’s questions, I’m guessing, were some kind of scuffy clown shoes. Neither clever nor intrusive enough to reveal something profound and touching. I got the impression that the interview was really just a friendly chat, you shooting the frell while he took too many notes – maybe you were tired, slightly bored – but not bored enough to drop your usual fistful of expletives to stir things up.

Or k-mo the conversation.

What the frell is up with Simpson and the word, wistful? He uses it four times. Wistful isn’t very manly, masculine or forceful. It does not embody anything that relates to a will to action, decision and determination OR self-esteem for that matter. But these manly things are the things that are the spirit in a strong beat or great music.

Perhaps, reflective would have been a better word choice. Because each time that I saw wistful in the text, it struck me as odd- maybe even emasculating.

Were you so pensive?
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