Monday, May 6, 2019
in conversation with Lizzy Goodman
discussing the second volume of his memoir,
Then It Fell Apart
*** and performing a few acoustic songs with a guest vocalist
Japanese American Cultural & Community Center
244 S. San Pedro Street
Downtown Los Angeles, CA 90012
PURCHASE TICKETS (On sale Jan 11, 10am)
$65.00 first four rows (includes book)
$50.00 orchestra section (includes book
$40.00 balcony section (includes book)
$20.00 balcony (on sale April 5, 10am)
Marking the 20th anniversary of his landmark album Play, Moby’s new memoir Then It Fell Apart is a wild ride of celebrity, addiction, and reckoning.
Moby was born in Harlem in 1965. He is a singer-songwriter, musician, DJ and photographer. The first volume of his memoirs, Porcelain, was published in 2016.
“Somehow this chronicle of a long, dark night of the soul also involves funny stories involving Trump, Putin, and a truly baffling array of degenerates.” ―Stephen Colbert
Lizzy Goodman a writer and the author of Meet Me in the Bathroom, an oral history of music in New York City from 2001-2011. She lives in LA with her basset hound, Jerry Orbach.
What do you do when you realize you have everything you think you’ve ever wanted but still feel completely empty? What do you do when it all starts to fall apart? The second volume of Moby’s extraordinary life story is a journey into the dark heart of fame and the demons that lurk just beneath the bling and bluster of the celebrity lifestyle.
In summer 1999, Moby released the album that defined the millennium, PLAY. Like generation-defining albums before it, PLAY was ubiquitous, and catapulted Moby to superstardom. Suddenly he was hanging out with David Bowie and Lou Reed, Christina Ricci and Madonna, taking ecstasy for breakfast (most days), drinking bottles of vodka (every day), and sleeping with super models (infrequently). It was a diet that couldn’t last. And then it fell apart.
The second volume of Moby’s memoir is a classic about the banality of fame. It is shocking, riotously entertaining, extreme, and unforgiving. It is unedifying, but you can never tear your eyes away from the page.