Moby has a stunning memoir; Porcelain, OUT NOW Penguin.
‘Diana Ross was promising me that there was a world that wasn’t stained with sadness and resignation. Somewhere there was a world that was sensual and robotic and hypnotic. And clean,’
‘A disco song on AM radio had given me a glimmer of hope: Someday I would leave these dead suburbs and I would find a city where I could enter a womb. A disco womb where people would let me in and let me listen to their futuristic music.’