a few years ago i was at a party in brooklyn and i was telling a story about new
york in 1989. the empty crack vials on the subway platforms, the after hours ra
ves in empty basements and abandoned warehouses, the sex workers stepping throug
h blood and offal in the meat packing district, and the lofts for rent for $500
a month.
i told some more stories about when i first started making records, how
i would return cans and bottles in order to get money for food, the derelict fa
ctory where i lived without a toilet or running water, and how i thought my care
er as a musician was over right before the album play came out.
i felt a little
bit like grampa simpson, telling stories about the dysfunctional glory days of a
new york before it's descent into baffling affluence. and after i told a few st
ories someone said, 'you should write a book'. and so i did.
porcelain: a memoir
is about my life from 1989-1999, but it's also about new york as it transitione
d from being a broken, dirty city to the bizarre and stratospherically expensive
city it's become. porcelain: a memoir is also about the underground hip hop and
house music scenes of the late 80's, and the birth of the club kids and the rav
e scene.
i start the book as a sober christian in a tiny loft in an abandoned fa
ctory, and i end the book in a very different place. i tried to be as honest as
i could be. in porcelain: a memoir i'm not a cool narrator or a disaffected anti
-hero, i'm just a clueless and panicked human being trying to make sense of the
strange worlds in which i found myself. again, i tried to be as honest i could.
i hope you like it.
thanks
moby
