Moffat is accompanied by piano, cello, trumpet, organ and violin. The music's grace combined with the calm agony in his voice makes otherwise sexually explicit content seem like real life again. Instead of the Penthouse Letters one might fear or anticipate after the opening line: "It was the biggest cock you'd ever seen . . ." Moffat unfolds the story of one life, of many lives. There is no more dirt here than heart -- if you can separate the two.
Norene Cashen writes about music for Metro Times. E-mail firstname.lastname@example.org.