07/14/2005
Moby Loves Dogs, Maybe a Little Too Much
Unsuspecting Chelsea bulldog owner David McDonald received an ambush visit yesterday when Moby hand-delivered a copy of his CD Hotel as part of Amazon's 10th anniversary celebrity deliveries. They spent most of the time in the bedroom, which was entirely appropriate considering that's where Moby intends the CD to be used: "Do you know anyone who has insomnia? It's kind of designed for people who want to fall asleep."
Moby seemed more interested in the bulldogs Millicent and Isaac than his doting fan. But the big surprise came when Moby got down on all fours, and tried to wrestle the dog's blue chew toy away from it. Still, McDonald tried to play it cool: "Moby was exactly who I thought he would be. He seemed very kind of like cool and centered and kind of...that creative quirkiness that you'd expect."
The dogs seemed to work Moby into a heady bacterial nirvana. "It's going to be hard to leave." And Moby was worried that he would be delivering to a crazy person?
Still, I think I'd much rather have Moby fondle my dogs than have to worry about Clay Aiken lurking outside of my house, waiting to shove his package in my face.

Posted 9:58 AM EST by Andy in Music | Permalink
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If I found Clay Aiken lurking outside my house I'd get my gun (I live in Texas so it's okay) and rid the world of his "music"! How would Amazon like that?
Posted by: Wayne | Jul 14, 2005 10:42:52 AM
Lurking outside your house or lurking on gay dot com, what's the difference? Clay's doing them both!
Posted by: Dan B | Jul 14, 2005 10:53:50 AM
Clay's funniest (and most ironic) quote from that Amazon.com clip of him delivering his book to unsuspecting fans with Susan, the UPS driver: "I wish Susan could deliver my packages all the time." Hmm...
Posted by: Josh | Jul 14, 2005 3:26:46 PM
That picture of Clay hiding outside of the house is so unintentionally funny. It's like your cornfield scarecrow came alive and wants revenge.
Posted by: Ed | Jul 14, 2005 3:50:32 PM