You know, I was just wondering about what Moby was up to these days. If he’s resting on his laurels as the king of obscure indigenous sampling, or if he’s mounting a comeback. Turns out it’s something better: he’s buying a castle.
Which is weird, because the last time I heard of Moby doing anything, it was participating on a panel of Never Mind The Buzzcocks, which is a British game show. I don’t even know if he’s released an album lately.
If you were Moby, the fragile, adorable electronic music guru who collects old drum machines and tries to narrowly avoid fights with people like Eminem, where the hell would you live? An apartment? That’s child’s play, son.
Moby is looking at buying a 4.3 million dollar castle that overlooks the Hollywood hills, complete with authentic-looking turrets and a view of a lake. That’s really the only reason I wrote this, because I enjoyed the visual of Moby just dwelling in a dusty, empty castle. Playing Natural Blues on repeat. This gives me hope that all electronic musicians will eventually wind up in castles, where they’ll either have massive houseparties (literally), or just creep out their neighbors. Get on it, Daft Punk. I’m waiting for you or Justice to purchase the Magic Castle out in Hollywood to make their steaks less ridiculously expensive.
And that much more fun to eat.
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