just getting ready to leave guadalajara for mexico city.

Hey Moby, thank you for coming to the Festival Xtremo, your performance here n Guadalajara was... incredible!!! we love you, please come back soon!

Hi Moby, i missed u're concerts because of work....but because of work, i met a girl that know's u, she fly with me to dallas, in order to catch her plane to London, she was so nice and this is how close i've been from you...hehehehe.

Regards

Jorgevox
P.s. I hope u'll come soon and i won't miss the concert

your show in guadalajara was simply amazing!!!
we love you!! you are the best!!
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I would like to start with I wish I could be there but I understand that it is getting boring to hear that every time you mention any of your new shows. So let’s omit it. Just be sure I feel it every single time you write on your plans:).
When talking on Mexico City I remember a photo that won World Press Photo contest years ago. It was taken as if from above the city. It depicted Mexico City cluttered with streets, houses and millions of people. You could almost feel the rush of those people squeezed into the grey city, crowded, somehow stressed. Then above it there was a line of smog. And above that line there was this huge majestic peak of a volcano covered with snow dominating everything. Absolutely amazing picture. Like a metaphor of a temporal human life and everlasting power of nature.
Enjoy your stay in Mexico City
With best regards

LETTER FROM A VEGAN WORLD
Joanna Lucas,
Peaceful Prairie Sanctuary
http://peacefulprairie.blogspot.com/2008/05/letter-from-vegan-world.html

Dear Friends and Fellow Activists,

At a time when most animal rights organizations are actively
promoting, advocating and rewarding "humane" animal products and
farming methods, I am writing to you on behalf of three of the
recipients of that mercy.

To the industry, they are known as production units #6, #35, and
#67,595. To the "compassionate" consumer, they are known as feel-good
labels: "organic dairy", "rose veal", "free-range eggs". To welfare
advocates, they are known as "humane alternatives". To each other,
they are known as mother, son, sister, friend. To themselves, they
are simply what you and I are to ourselves: a self-aware, self-
contained world of subjective experiences, feelings, fears, memories
– someone with the absolute certainty that his or her life is worth
living.

#6, is a first time mother. She is frantic. Her baby is missing. She
is pacing desperately up and down the paddock, bellowing and crying,
and calling for her lost boy, fearing the worst, having her fears
confirmed. She is one of the thousands of defenseless females born
into a quaint, verdant, organic dairy farm. She will spend her entire
short life grieving the loss of baby after baby. She will be milked
relentlessly through repeated cycles of pregnancies and bereavements.
Her only experience of motherhood will be that of a mother's worst
loss. In the prime of her life, her body will give, her spirit will
break, her milk "production" will decline, and she will be sent to a
horrifying slaughter, along with other grieving, defeated, "spent"
mothers like herself.

*She* is the face of organic milk.

#35 is a two-days old baby, his umbilical chord is still attached,
his coat is still slick with birth fluids, his eyes are unfocused,
his legs, wobbly. He is crying pitifully for his mother. No one
answers. He will live his entire short life an orphan, his only
experience of mother love will be one of yearning for it, his only
experience of emotional connection, one of absence. Soon, the memory
of his mother, her face, her voice, her scent, will fade, but the
painful, irrepressible longing for her warmth will still be there. At
four months old, he and other orphans like himself will be corralled
into trucks and hauled to slaughter. As he will be dragged onto the
killing floor, he will still be looking for his mother, still
desperately needing her nurturing presence, especially at that dark
time when he will be frightened and needing her more than ever in the
midst of the terrible sights, and sounds, and scents of death all
around him and, in his despair, in his want for a shred of
consolation and protection, he, like most baby calves, will try to
suckle the fingers of his killers.

"He" is the face of the "rose" veal we are encouraging "responsible
restaurant leaders" to use.

#67,595 is one of the 80,000 birds in a family-owned "free-range"
egg facility. She has never seen the sun, or felt the grass under her
feet, she has never met her mother. Her eyes are burning with the
sting of ammonia fumes, her featherless body is covered with bruises
and abrasions, her bones are brittle from the constant drain of egg
production, her severed beak is throbbing in pain. She is exhausted,
depleted and defeated. After a lifetime of social, psychological,
emotional, physical deprivation, she copes by pecking neurotically at
phantom targets for hours on end. She is two years old and her life
is over. Her egg production has declined, and she will be disposed of
by the cheapest means possible – she will be gassed along with the
other 80,000 birds in her community. It will take three full work
days to finish the job. For two long days, she will hear the sounds
and breathe the smells of her sisters being killed in the gas drums
outside her shed. On the third day, it will be her turn. She will be
grabbed by the legs and taken outdoors for the first time in her life
and, like every single one of the 80,000 "spent" hens, like every
single one of the 50 billion annual victims of our appetite, she will
fight to go on living, and she will accept no explanation and no
justification for being robbed of her pathetic only life.

"She" is the face of the "free-range" eggs we are encouraging college
campuses, businesses and consumers to use.

These are the "beneficiaries" of the "humane farming practices" that
we, the animals' defenders, are developing, promoting, and publicly
rewarding by encouraging "compassionate" consumers to buy the
products of what we know to be nothing but misery. "Humane" practices
that, if any of us were forced to endure, none of us would experience
as humane.

We, the activists, know that there is no such thing as compassionate,
responsible or ethical farming on any scale. We know that the only
humane and ethical alternative is vegan living.

Why are so few of us telling the truth? Why are we describing "free-
range" products as "humane" when we know the horror such practices
inflict on their victims? Why are we lying to the public, and
ourselves, that "compassionate" animal farming is anything but a
myth, a marketing scheme, a deceptive label? Why are so many of us
offering up the lives of animals by encouraging the consumption of
their flesh, eggs and milk, when our only duty is to fight for their
lives as if they were our own? Why are we promoting the practice of
consuming animals when we know it to be brutal, inexcusable,
unconscionable and completely unnecessary? Why are we rewarding
consumers for demanding more of the the very thing we are struggling
to eliminate? Why are we strengthening and rewarding the worlds'
entrenched speciesist assumptions, when our job, our only job, as
vegan educators and activists, is to challenge and change those
assumptions by offering a new model of thinking about nonhuman
animals, a new model of interacting with them, a new practice of
living, a new way of being in the world?

Many of us justify our endorsement of "humane" animal products and
our pursuit of welfare reforms by saying that the world is not ready
to change, that it may never go vegan, that the most we can hope to
accomplish in the meantime is to reduce the suffering of today's
doomed animals. But this is not true. This is not a fact. It is a
fear – a fear of action, a failure of will, a self- defeating
attitude and, ultimately, a self-fulfilling prophesy.

The truth is, the world *can* change. Indeed, the world *has* changed
many times before, and it has changed in ways that seemed impossible
at the time. The truth is, the world *will* change, but only if we
work towards creating that change. It will stay the same if we, the
self-proclaimed agents of change, encourage it to stay the same. It
will change if all of us tell the whole truth that there is no such
thing as humane animal farming, or animal use of any kind, the truth
that the only humane alternative is vegan living, the truth that
animal farming on any scale is an ethical and environmental disaster,
the truth that animals are persons like you and me who happen to be
nonhuman and who have the same inherent right to life and liberty as
you and I. The truth that vegan living is not a "lifestyle choice",
but a moral imperative.

We can do better. Indeed, we have an obligation to do better.

I invite you to see for yourselves how much can be accomplished when
a small group of dedicated activists commits all of its time and
resources to vegan education that is consistent with, not undermining
of, our ultimate goal – Animal Liberation – and when the *Go Vegan*
message is central to every single one of its communications, from
online resources, to printed literature, to ads, demos, and
billboards, to outreach events, to the in-depth exploration of farmed
animal personhood detailed in the individual portraits published on
the Prairie Blog.

On a shoestring budget, with an all-volunteer core of vegan educators
who are determined to tell the whole truth about meat, dairy and egg
production, a small, grassroots organization like Peaceful Prairie
Sanctuary has built something that large, wealthy organizations have
not only failed to bring forth, but have consistently undermined
through years of anti-vegan advocacy: A vibrant vegan world growing
in the middle of the nonvegan world, a place where the animal
refugees are regarded and represented as the persons they rightly
are, a place where the human residents advocate tirelessly for
nothing less than total liberation, a Free State in the heart of the
human-subjugated world, a place where the principles of abolition are
applied in word, thought, and deed. A vegan enclave whose very
presence has already changed the world's physical, political,
psychological and spiritual geography.

I invite you to experience it for yourselves. Join us in our struggle
to expand its reach. Help us make it borderless.

Joanna Lucas
Peaceful Prairie Sanctuary

it was amazing on saturday night at mexico city
was my first time to see u playing
u have soooo much energy on stage
plus your great music! wow you are totally a great musician
i was totally thrilled
i've kept a big smile since then
and i will keep great memories to treasure
thanks for coming
m.e. dani
mx city

Moby,

Greetings from San Francisco, I am writing to you on behalf of My wife, Nadia.
She has been a longtime fan of yours not only because of your music but equally because of your veganism and animal rights activism. Today she brought it to my attention that you were on tour and were recently under the weather.
I wanted to let you know that we live in San Francisco (which I know is one of your upcoming cities to visit) and own and operate a boutique doctor’s office
( TheHouseDoctor.com ) which specializes in providing quality integrative medical care, as well as house calls. Also, more importantly, Nadia, who has been a vegetarian since the age of nine and a vegan for fifteen years, is a truly phenomenal vegan chef. If while in town you should find yourself in need of either medical care or some absolutely delicious and unique vegan home cooking, I wanted you to know that we are very happy to help.

Most Sincerely,

-Justin.

The live show sounds like fun. Since I'm a minor it would be pretty hard for me to see any of your gigs unless it were a live show, however u haven't come to cincinnati so i could have a chance. :'( In the meantime I will just have to enjoy your albums and any good concert footage that ends up on youtube.

Awesome, I'd say! Im sure I'm speaking for many when saying this, you and your whole crew made a fantastic performance here in Guadalajara. I can't compare the show with your recent DJ set in Acapulco, this was completely different and also good.

PS. I was at 1st row with my 'M H' t-shirt :D

Thank you Moby! You body-rock!