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: 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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