mrc:
Whatever happened to Andrew WK? That stuff was ridiculous in all the best ways.I once knew a guy who was a really big fan of him. And then he met him and said to me: “Wow, that guy is a complete fucking idiot!” (Uh, no shit?) while describing how AWK tried to make his nose bleed for a crowd by punching himself in the face. It didn’t work on the first try, however, and he had to punch himself a number of times before a trickle even began. By this time the crowd had dispersed along with my friends hopes and dreams of Andrew WK.
He kind of is an idiot. He came to Carnegie Mellon and danced around with his chair for a while, then tried to rouse us into a deep, existential discussion. What followed included for the most part a tangle of regurgitated epiphanies I had around ages fourteen and fifteen.
He may be kind of a tool, but I think this is really cool, from his wiki article:
“On Friday, December 5th 2008, a die hard Andrew W.K. fan named Dominic Owen Mallary died after an accident while his band Last Lights performed at Boston University. Dominic had always said his dying wish was to have Andrew W.K. blasted at his wake. Catching wind of this, Andrew came to the wake, and played classical piano for the entire time after paying his respects”
Redeemed? Yes? No?
