Once the “society truffle-pig” of New York City, rooting out trends and snuffling up excitement, Moby, graduate of Darien High School and brief attendee of Connecticut College, was the ultimate Lower East Side fixture. But there is only so much vegan food one can eat at expensive yet crappy places on First Avenue! And so the Christian has departed happily for the other coast. Is New York City actually New York City without Moby? It’s unclear.
His argument for Los Angeles? Everyone’s allowed to fail there.
A writer’s screenplay may be turned into a major movie, but there’s a good chance her next five screenplays won’t even get picked up. An actor may star in acclaimed films for two years, then go a decade without work. A musician who has sold well might put out a complete failure of a record—then bounce back with the next one. Experimentation and a grudging familiarity with occasional failure are part of L.A.’s ethos.
He also is not sure why we don’t all move to Newark which is kind of a thing I wonder sometimes too? Moby is currently accepting houseguests out in L.A. so look him up, I know I certainly am.