A story about Moby
Aboout 6 years ago in Austin—chatted with him briefly on the steps of Ruta Maya a few hours before the show. Didn’t let on that I recognized him as the unspoken celebrity code goes in Austin.
My son who was 7 at the time and a big fan as well, went to the show with me. I was a bit worried about a standing crowd that was borderline rave culture, on drugs and not watching out for 4 ft tall people, , and instructed my son to stay with me, holding my hand if possible at all times. I also said a little prayer that he’d be safe.
Lo and behold, the show had just started, we were front row, when a stage manager, dressed in black, wearing the headset and speaking a nice UK accent, asked me if my son and I would like to watch the show from the stage.
He gave us the place behind the speakers and only a few feet from Moby. He also gave us drinks and a disposable camera that we filled with pictures of the crowd, the band, and Moby of course.
My son had a safe little place to dance away, and I had my little prayer answered in a very, unexpected, once-in-a-lifetime type miracle-experience!
Moby and his people are gracious, kind, and real.
