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Andrew W.K.
Webster Hall
Monday, April 2

Better than: Moping.

Andrew W.K.'s 2001 album I Get Wet is one of those records that tends to polarize people; it combines monster riffs, giddy lyrics about partying and beautiful girls, and living-in-the-red maximalism in a way that either electrifies or makes people reach for the ANYTHING ELSE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD button.

Last night at Webster Hall, though, the room was 100% in favor of the keyboard-wielding signer/motiviational speaker/club owner's debut, singing along from word one of "It's Time To Party" and taking that song's plainly stated message to heart throughout the evening. There was pogoing; there was yelling; there was headbanging; there were, at one point, about 40 people on stage who weren't contracted members of the band. A lot of the interlopers got off the stage in the most party-like way: They dove.

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Here is a photo of party-god Andrew WK, Siren alums Matt & Kim, and Soulja Boy, taken in honor of the four of them collaborating on the sneaker-company-sponsored track "I'm A Goner." (The video has a zombies-uprising-in-the-morgue theme, which is why Soulja Boy looks like he just got Encino Manned and didn't brush off all the ice chippings. (R.I.P. Brendan Fraser's acting career.)) But it raises more questions. What did they talk about? Did Matt feel uncomfortable that Kim was in a WK-Soulja sandwich? Did Soulja worry that Kim might break his surprisingly small chain? You may have others. After the jump, we've created a key to understanding your mood based on what you first noticed when you looked at this photo. Consider it a pop-culture Rorschach test.

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Wouldn't we all.

The Internet would be a very dreary place without the exuberantly goofy antics of Andrew Wilkes-Krier. But today Andrew W.K. isn't confessing that he accidentally wet himself, or admitting that he's been the target of a restraining order, or talking about vomiting. Instead, his most recent bout of ludicrous public behavior is that the Santos Party House co-owner is hiding gifts around the city and telling his Twitter followers where to find them. Like, just an hour ago, an Andrew WK air freshener was "hidden" on a Bedford Avenue corner. Act quickly and "the scent of a party" can be all yours:

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The year in music, circa 2010, started at the Cake Shop, with a shred-down to the New Year courtesy of Siren Festival MVP-to-be Marissa Paternoster and her band Screaming Females. After a tour through the NYE fetes of the Lower East Side and Williamsburg, that night ended amidst a marathon show at Bushwick's Shea Stadium, right around the time the Blastoids' drummer poured paint on his kit and started splattering away.

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And so it ends, the fifth and most calamitous season of Jelly Pool Parties, with a finale abruptly canceled and grudgingly reinstated, in the end overloaded with a semi-secret parade of random-ass rappers, semi-secretly headlined by your friend and mine Gucci Mane. Never has the line "I don't wear tight jeans like the white boys/But I do get wasted like the white boys" had so much resonance.

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As SOTC's de facto head of internal affairs, it falls upon me to remind you that our newsroom-mates over at Fork in the Road have an eating-themed interview with recovering hesher Andrew W.K. Since the endlessly energetic Dinner With the Band guest is famous for a headbanging rager called "Party 'Til You Puke," we never wanted to know what that used to be. But it's amusing--and completely in character--that if the frantic piano-player was to open a restaurant, it'd be a mouth-flaming one with "all of the great spicy foods of the world represented." (Andrew admits he's the sort of guy who walks into an Indian restaurant and requests food made "spicy for an Indian person.")

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Dinner With the Band guest and Santos' co-owner Andrew W.K., Food Party creator Thu Tran‎, and Dinner With the Band chef Sam Mason

The second season of the Williamsburg-produced Dinner With the Band, a show that's title conveniently functions as elevator pitch, airs tonight at 10:30 pm on IFC. Hosted by Tailor chef Sam Mason--whose tattooed right-sleeve and messily sculpted faux-hawk get as much attention as his stint as WD-50's pastry magician--Dinner With the Band pairs a NYC restaurant-world blog-celeb whose creations wincingly get compared to "rock-and-roll on a plate" with blog-celeb musicians. As conceived by Finger on the Pulse twins Darin and Greg Bresnitz, Mason and his guests stand around a spotless, sparkling kitchen, banter casually about road-food stories, and prepare personalized dishes (Les Savy Pheasant, Sharon Steaks and the Dap Rings with Red Eye Gravy). Through the magic of post-production, the performers play songs as the meal cooks--and wha la, you have a web-to-television show.

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So a week ago The Guardian published a long, lurid account of professional party philosopher Andrew W.K.'s awkward teenage years, wherein he fell in love and wrote his crush a mortifying love song called "My Destiny" that got him slapped with a restraining order. Brace yourself for the sequel, featuring another song (called "I Want to Kill"), a partial redemption, and, yes, some ill-timed pants-defiling. My favorite part might be "I Want to Kill," actually. Sample lyrics:

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Jack Dylan

It gets bigger if you click.

Things that good-hearted music-listening dudes and dudettes should do this week to make the world a better place:

1. 1) Purchase the new LCD Soundsystem record This Is Happening immediately because James Murphy explicitly asked the world not to leak it early and it's worth every iPenny;

2. 2) Buy one of the few remaining tickets to Brandon Stosuy's "Rites of Spring" event on May 2, because you simultaneously get to help Haiti and to stare (responsibly) at Björk, who will be DJing;

3. 3) Send guilt-inducing e-mails to Chris Knox benefit scalper Lee Shaker, who has since officially apologized for trying to make money off an event trying to help someone great felled by a stroke, but still deserves a reminder never to do such a thing again;
   

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Fairly disturbing piece in the Guardian by everyone's favorite party philosopher about a thoroughly disquieting episode from his teenage years: He fell in love ("She had a baby face, a 14-tooth smile, large eyes, a crowned forehead, an oversized brow, and a tender style") and wrote her a terrible, terrifying love song called "My Destiny." Quote:

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