Hanging Out with Moby and Miyun Park at Powell’s Books
March 27, 2010(left to right: Miyun Park, Planewalker and Moby)
A couple of weeks ago, when browsing through the Powell’s Books calendar of events, I noticed an event titled “Moby”. The listing read:
“In Gristle (New Press), multi-platinum musician Moby, one of the world’s most famous vegans, brings together 10 of the country’s leading foodies, doctors, policy makers, business leaders, and activists to great a smart, concise guide for Americans who are questioning the meat in their diets. Moby will be joined by editor Miyun Park.”
I was floored. I’ve been to the book signings at Powell’s before, which are always a lot of fun, but this was extraordinary. Moby is a giant of a musician, having sold over 20 million albums on which he played most of the instruments himself. Being a vegan musician as well, and more specifically an electronic musician, this was going to be an incredible opportunity to connect with someone I immensely respected not just as a musician, but as a person. I marked it on my calendar and began waiting for the day to arrive.
When finally I arrived at the front door of Powell’s Books, I found it very crowded. I had to squeeze between people to make it up to the third floor. It was packed, with more people than I’ve ever seen at a Powell’s Books book signing. Yet it was still a small intimate atmosphere. There were about two hundred people seated, waiting for it to begin. Looking for a copy of the book, I was unable to find one. I inquired about it to a store assistant, who said that they were currently being signed. I made my way over to the right of the podium and sat down. The woman sitting next to me offer to let me look at her copy, which I began browsing through. The first thing I noticed was how visual the book was, full of graphs, charts and diagrams. It is the sort of book that is easy to flip through and get a lot of information without doing much reading at all.
After waiting a few more minutes, Moby and Miyun Park walked in the room. I had heard that he was small, but he wasn’t really. Yet he had a very soft air about him, a humble demeanor. He was wearing a t-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers, and seemed just like any other guy browsing through the aisles at Powell’s. He seemed slightly nervous. He blended in so well that I would not have recognized him had I not expected to see him, which is an invaluable skill for anyone famous. I was pleased.
They began talking about the book. They explained that they had decided to donate all the proceeds from the book sales to animal protection organizations, which garnered a round of applause. They then further explained that the book was not advocating militant veganism or vegetarianism, but was really more about educating the public about the impact of factory farms on health, the environment and the economy. They also explained that they did not write the book, but merely the introduction and the epilogue, leaving the various chapters and topic to be written by the most qualified researchers on the subject. The way they put this together struck me as extremely forward thinking, and the perfect example of how a celebrity can use his influence to support a righteous cause without going outside his chosen field of expertise. The book wasn’t about Moby or Moby’s view – it was about the facts.
The rest of the discussion was a giant question and answer session, in which I asked two questions to Moby and Miyun. I was brave and asked the first question of the day: “Seeing as militant activism is ineffective, even counter-productive in really helping raise awareness, what is the best way to educate people about this subject on a personal level?”
When Moby turned and looked at me, suddenly I felt the intensity of this man. Up until now he had not really been looking too much at the audience. He was looking at the floor. But when he looked at me and began talking to me, something happened, and I became aware of his spirit. They say the eyes are a window to the soul, and although his stature and demeanor were humble, almost ordinary, the size of his soul was immense. I could feel the power, the conviction of this man. It was intense and real, but not threatening in any way. “I think that’s a great question.” He said. He proceeded to answer my question, explaining that it takes skillful means to introduce this knowledge to someone, and that you have to be gentle. He advocated the book itself as a means to do it in a gentle way, allowing someone to absorb the information as they liked, without too much pressure. It was a good answer.
It would take far too long to detail all the other questions that were asked, but on the whole the event was highly informative. Moby and Miyun traded back and forth answering the questions, and were very thoughtful in their answers.
I cannot describe how good it felt to be seen and acknowledged by this man. In an instant it changed me. I reclaimed some part of myself that had been lost as a child. I suddenly understood that I too, could do what he was doing, because he’s just a guy like anyone else. What sets him apart is his dedication, his commitment to action and activism, his kindness. Being the son of a famous musician, I have never really cared too much about celebrities in general just because they are celebrities. I don’t read People magazine, and I don’t put people on pedestals.
But I resonated with Moby in a unique way. He gets it. He’s not just out for himself, and the example he sets is inspiring. I have never actually seen him perform. But his music is uniquely his, and he’s always stricken me as someone I should get to know a little bit more. I think what impresses me is his profound presence and awareness. Beneath the image on the album covers, beneath the fame and the music, there is this gentle and powerful soul.
After the talk, I got my copy of the book signed and told them that being a prolific blogger, I was going to write an article about this whole thing, and asked if I could take a picture with them to put in the article. I then helped out a little bit with the book signing, stacking the signed books in the hope that I might get to exchange a few words with him afterwards. There were two small film crews that had set up cameras to conduct interviews with him, so I had to wait a long while. In the mean time, I thought to exchange a few wards with Miyun, who lit up when I approached her. I asked her for her email address so that I could send her a link when the article went up on my blog, and she gave it to me. After all the books were signed, he seemed eager, as is quite understandable, to be done with the whole thing. Having watched my father go through autograph sessions, I know how exhausting it can be.
I followed him and Miyun down the stairs to the first floor, hoping the chance would present itself to ask him a few personal questions. I became very self-conscious that I was following a celebrity, as I did not want to make him or Miyun uncomfortable. I began to think my chance to connect might vanish, as they were fast moving towards the door, but I made one last bold move. “Moby.” I said. He turned around to look at me.
“I understand you probably want some time for yourself now, but I have a few personal questions about music I’d like to ask you. Is there some way I can ask you, perhaps later on?”
“Sure,” he said. “I’ll give you my email address. Do you have a pen?” I didn’t. I was about to start kicking myself. Somehow, by the grace of God, a pen appeared out of the woodwork. I gave him a piece of scratch paper. He wrote on it, and I could not quite read it.
I pointed to a letter. “Is that a J?”
“Oh, no. It’s a D. I have kind of messed up handwriting.” He had made a lot of comments like this during the book signing. At one point he said that Miyun was smarter than him. He seemed to be making regular efforts to humanize himself, point out his own shortcomings to keep people from putting him on a pedestal. It must be frustrating in some ways to be so famous, and I understood. Even doing that makes you seem humble, which of course just increases people’s admiration. There’s no way out! I was glad for him that he was so good at blending in, because I can imagine how hard it would be to live a normal life after selling 20 million records.
I held out my hand, and he took it and looked me in the eye. “It was nice to meet you. Yeah, email me. I’d be happy to answer your questions.”
And so ended my time with the most famous musician in the history of electronic music so far. But the dialogue is not over. Rather, it has just begun. I look forward to reading this new book and learning more great facts about the awful problems created by factory farming. Stay tuned for a full review of the book in the weeks to come!










