Now that Lady Gaga’s Lower East Side has been mythologized just a handful of years after she tramped around St. Jerome’s and Motor City, why not Moby’s? Sure, the space that used to house his vegan restaurant Teany is empty and fallow on Rivington Street and the bald, beady-eyed electronica artist has moved on to greener pastures in Los Angeles. But, love him or hate him, the man behind club hits like “South Side” and “Natural Blues” was such a fixture during his time as a downtown denizen that pretty much everybody had a Moby story. Now Mobes is telling his Moby story in a new memoir, Porcelain, which recounts his transition from a virginal, straight-edge Christian to an internationally renowned musician who clocked stripper digits at the Baby Doll Lounge.
Walking the streets of Williamsburg, Dan Ruth can point out the buildings where squatters used to hold court. He still remembers the excellent soundtrack at King’s Pharmacy, the unvarnished temperament of the lady behind the Stroll-In Video counter, impromptu concerts in the back of bars, and gaggles of old ladies acting as the sentinels of his block. He wouldn’t claim to be part of the first wave of artists and musicians moving out to Williamsburg in search of cheap rents, but he was definitely hot on their heels.
Stop worrying about ebola and just be glad you aren’t on a cruise ship teaming with food-poisoned zombies. That’s the setting of a quirky, uproarious tale now playing at Under St. Marks.
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