You can't see much, but you can see his still bald head and his vegan, sissy ways. You can even make out the bald head of his MobyClone drummer playing behind him. On stage with him was a soulful black woman who did all the 'ooh lordy, troubles so hard' kind of stuff, a skinny white girl with bangs who did the softer types of female vocals (a la Dream About Me, which unfortunately was not played). The skinny white girl was actually Kelli Scarr, the opening act who just stayed on through his show. There was also a chick bassist in a suit who didn't really do much beside play bass.
The music was great but there was no flow between the songs. Moby kept stopping to make snide comments and tell stories about why each song was his favorite of some subcategory (favorite to play live, favorite with female vocals, favorite all time, etc.) The best parts were the few times that he appealed to the 'ravers' of his past and put the guitar down, jumped on the bongos and just went nuts.
Bottom line, Moby is really annoying, makes great music.
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