When I was twelve I saw Feeling So Real on Ian Dempsey’s Sunday morning music show. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. It was fast, electric, the people were having fun, and it was different from the world I inhabited. I fell instantly in love.
I bought the single and played it to death – much to my parents annoyance. They didn’t get it. I didn’t get it either. I was becoming a teenager and found something that was all mine.
When I heard Moby speak my heart raced. He wasn’t a dumb popstar – not that I had imagined he would be. He was educated, interested in the world, an activist, and passionate. Not only did I love his music, I had fallen in love with him.
Today whenever I hear his music it makes me smile. I feel like an innocent teenager who has found a secret to the big bad world that belongs solely to me. It reminds me of friendships that have passed – Grace – and friendships that remain strong today.