After posing for cameras, Moby mingled with the growing crowd. I pulled out my recorder and inquired if I could ask him a question or two. "Sure," he said. "Why don't we go in the back and talk?" And just like that, I was in a small, darkened storage space with the global superstar of electronic music.
This is where the end of time begins, where the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse first rode out of the starting gate, where the Seven Seals were opened and the Seven Angels sounded the Seven Trumpet blasts, where the blinding vision of Armageddon, final battle between good and evil, first burst forth.