The NH5 is a trucker’s highway; it runs from Chennai to very nearly Calcutta, bypassing most of the cities it comes across, choosing, instead, to traverse miles of marshland and baked earth: not one of your charming Bombay-to-Goa hauls, this one; there isn’t anything as friendly as a Coffee Day in sight, and you’ll have to content yourself with unlit shacks by the roadside if you want a bite to eat. There aren’t even many of those. As you drive, you pass hundreds of lorries, unseeing and unaware of you in your matchbox car, trudging methodically, repetitively ever onward under the pitiless Andhra sun, like giant, rolling alien-ants: after a while you start to wonder if they’re not really the same lorry over and over and over yet again that you’re passing, hour upon hour in the empty land that separates the corners of this never-ending country.
Praise for Moop City"You worthless attention whore. You’re no better than the bands you’re talking smack about." - smax
"You are a one dimensional fuck just like the bands you like." - Mr T
"I'd sleep with you in a heartbeat." - x
"No one understood this article." - CommentOne
Things to Moop aboutadam & the fish-eyed poets adil & vasundhara allegro fudge bangalore blitzen trapper bombay cake chennai death match delhi duck dunn festivals frank's got the funk gigs gloria gaynor harsha iyer john lennon koch shankar levon helm lily allen media & the music business music ooty patty & the emblems peggy lee peter cat recording co. records richard manuel schizophonic self-important bollocks ska vengers sky rabbit snake wagon sridhar-thayil sulk station the arse bandits the carpenters the indian popscene the jass b'stards the kinks thermal & a quarter the rolling stones the shakey rays the soft boys the talking heads