‘Last Night’ With Moby (And We’re Not Talking About the Album)
Holly GoNightly
April 01, 2008
Moby. Hula Hoops. Julia Stiles. A burlesque dancer fellates a wine bottle. The stuff dreams are made of? Well, yes, if you’re into that sort of thing. Otherwise, it’s just another night at The Box.
Seeing a show at Simon Hammerstein’s dinner theater can be a trip down the rabbit hole for some, but amid the daily shocks of seeing Britney’s betty, and watching Nicole Richie eat a cheeseburger, nothing really astonishes us anymore. It takes that certain something to really bring about a jaw-dropping moment. Watching Moby play guitar and bass in his fantastic new band the Little Death, sidled up next to some naked village people gyrating in front of Heather Graham, Julia Stiles and Alicia Witt was just what we needed.
Last Thursday, the Little Death, the band Moby describes as “Ike and Tina Turner meet Bertolt Brecht over a keg in a trailer park,” played a set comprised of original songs and some cabaret-style remixes. Rene Risque and Lady Rizo & the Assettes opened for the Little Death, which is comprised of magnetic frontwoman Laura Dawn (who also provides some Dusty Springfield tailored vocals on Moby’s new album Last Night), Daron Murphy on guitar, bass, and harmonica, and Aaron Brooks on drums. The show was a wistful mix of blues, nudity, improv, and a gentleman being removed for asking Graham to do “the Roller Girl” one too many times.
After the surreal performance, I ran into (Ed note.: ran after) Moby, who was quick to elaborate on his death-defying favorite place on the top terrace of the El Dorado featured in BlackBook’s April issue. “It’s a great place for me, because I don’t have a fear of heights, but everyone during the shoot was getting sick when they were watching me jump up and down on the ledge.” He then asked us to tag along to another one of his favorite places, Gavin DeGraw’s The National Underground, where we descended the stairs to the, well, underground, and joined the cast of characters in raising a glass to the Little Death, Moby’s new album, Alicia Witt’s high alcohol tolerance, and our own good fortune for experiencing it all firsthand. Needless to say, I didn’t need to pinch myself in the A.M.—the hangover was enough to bring me back to reality.
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