Spec wearing vegan Moby has released a video for the song “The Right Thing”, the fourth single off his new album Destroyed. New Yorkers who feel nostalgia for a grittier Manhattan will love seeing Inyang Bassey walk the city’s parks, bridges, subways and graffiti-strewn streets that looked pulled straight from the 1970’s. 

Over the weekend, Moby mixed it up with fans at L.A.’s Kopeikin Gallery during Culver City’s informal, though increasingly popular Art Walk. The exhibit featured exclusive photos similar to pics from Moby's new book Destroyed (also the title of his latest album), which were taken at festivals around the world. But those on display were new works yet to be viewed by the public.

● The romance has run out of Snooki's actually very sweet sounding relationship. "I think he was just really sad about being away from her so much," reports a friend of Snooki's shy ex. Juiceheads, rejoice: the queen guidette is on the prowl once more. [PopEater] ● In a further effort to win the attention of America's screen-bound youth, FOTUS Michelle Obama will appear on Nickelodeon's iCarly. [AP] ● Spider-Man the musical is finally a "frozen" production, meaning no new changes between now and opening day. No new scripts, no new choreography, and definitely no new sets -- even if it's the Empire State Building that's asking. [NYT/ArtsBeat]

Insipid electronic musician Moby is the subject of a long "Home & Garden" piece in yesterday's New York Times, in which he shows off his massive abode in the Hollywood Hills. The house is named "Wolf's Lair," dates from the 1920s, and is very airy and glassy, with mid-century modern furnishings and light Scandinavian wood. Moby bought it last year for $4 million. If you're looking for a kind of poignant portrait of a lonely, not necessarily very charismatic celebrity, look no further. Some takeaways:

● Foxcliffe Hickory Wind, the Scottish Deerhound who won 'Best In Show' at last night's Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show, will only come to "Grand Champion" from now on. [NYT] ● Next time you are on acid and need $20 or a sweatshirt, think about breaking into Moby's house. It worked for the last guy, who after 36 hours of tripping saw Moby's 1920's house on top of a hill and decided he just needed to be there. [TMZ] ● The-Dream says he's "cashing in [his] chips" for his fourth album, due out in June. He's got his eye on Wayne, Jay, Kanye, Drake, and Mary J. Blige, but really, the list of musicians who owe him one goes on. It's gonna be a hot summer. [MTV]

I've heard from a few people that Moby actually isn't all that friendly in person, but an amusing anecdote posted on his blog reveals that the techno pioneer does have a soft spot for those with, shall we say, temporarily compromised faculties. It seems a stranger let himself into Moby's (unlocked) home in the hills above Los Angeles while tripping balls, scaring the daylights out of the musician when he awoke at 7am Monday to find the man standing next to his couch. But instead of screaming, doing violence, or calling the fuzz, Moby gave the poor chap a sweatshirt and some breakfast money and sent him on his way.

A comprehensive festival round-up of all the sounds, sets, and songs.

Moby strikes again. This week he released his ninth (bedroom) studio album -- Wait for Me -- to what Spin magazine calls his best body of work in ten years. The 13-track album doesn’t disappoint; it feels like the soundtrack to a cerebral movie. It’s definitely out there, and I think it’s perfect for an intimate escape into oblivion -- tuning out our busy world, allowing that white light to shine through for a short 52 minutes. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to have a proper sit-down with Moby due to his current European tour, yet we were able to correspond via email.

Planets! Stars! Moby! He's up to his old shenanigans, with a cosmic twist. Mute Records hosted an album listening party last night for the new album, Wait for Me (dropping June 30) at the Natural History Museum's Hayden Planetarium. The straightedge mix master said a few words before the solar expedition set to his soundtrack began; he noted that the sound system in the planetarium wasn't exactly up to par (or club speaker standards). Luckily, as the crowd exited -- most experiencing severe whiplash -- copies of the audio and video for Shot in the Back of the Head were generously distributed. For a lucky bunch, half the wait is over.

Last night, in honor of the legendary choreographer Bill T. Jones and the 25th anniversary of the Arnie Zane Dance Company, a gaggle of limber dancers, artsy types (including Claire Danes and Hugh Dancy), and the one-and-only Moby turned out to cut a rug at Chinatown hotspot Santos' Party House. Musical guests included Chin Chin and Arthur Aviles with a short DJ set by Moby himself to properly end a genuinely good evening. We caught up with Moby for a hot second to talk about his new album and more.