Play; the music

Moby’s album, Play (‘99), has string of songs that set a mood, in a connected way, but with each a stand-alone piece of art. The artists, alive, recorded and looped, organic at the time interacting with the past, leave this ten years on as some blending that resonates with fundamental texture. It’s not a personality piece of someone. It reminds me of a giant canvas, abstracts, mixed media, with the artist drawing you in somewhere. A memorable portion of this sound for me comes on “Rushing”, with this barely perceptible sound of an electronic crack of a whip, but once you hear it behind the piano, it takes on the quality of a spark, with light as well as sound. In contrast to this, I was listening to Nirvana’s MTV Unplugged concert from 1993, tonight. Great basics, amazing, but still it seemed more about Kurt than the music.