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Andrew WK is a manufactured identity. There’s someone (a mastermind) that created him, wrote the music, and is pulling all the strings. “Andrew WK” simply won the audition for the created part. The part of”Andrew WK” has been played by several different actors over the years. From Wikipedia: In December 2009, a lecture recorded at Madame Jojo’s in London in September 2008[40] was published online. In it Andrew W.K. claimed that the Andrew W.K. persona was created by a committee including himself, his father, and other individuals, and that he was the “next person playing Andrew W.K.” Claiming, “I’m not the guy you’ve seen from the I Get Wet album… I’m not that same person. I don’t just mean that in a philosophical or conceptual way. It’s not the same person at all.” Andrew W.K. later went on to clarify that he believed that he, as well as his fans that have followed him since the original album, have become “different people.”[41] The conspiracy theory is cool, but to be honest, I could really give two shits because I think this guy’s music sucks. Always have. I just never understood the appeal of this sweaty dude wearing dirty t-shirts playing bad piano metal. I saw his lame act at the Warped tour a few years ago and it almost ruined my buzz.
Buy a burrito, get a $2 bill.
I would like to see the inclusion of Cornbread Red on the latter list.
Banks.
Macbook Pro unboxing (nerd porn). Background music by DJ SuperSmoothSpin.
Recording session today at Duboce Street. Alt rock vs. banjo.
The Evolution of the Hipster: 2000-2009
The boys are back on town…
Chatroulette is weird. It works like this. You go to chatroulette.com and turn on your web cam. You are then instantly connected face to face with some stranger with a webcam out there on the Interwebs. Then you chat with them.
We went camping in Big Sur this weekend for Valentine’s Day. The girls surprised us all with custom made t-shirts. See the rest of the photos here on Flickr. Our tent cabin at Fernwood. Breakfast burritos on the campfire. Cody and Frank on the banks of the Big Sur River next to our campsite. Waterfalls. River rescues. The purple sand on Pfeiffer Beach. Tri-tip explosion. Drinking at the Fernwood Lodge. Reggae music at the lodge (“the Ragu Festival”), courtesy of Jonah & the Whalewatchers. Henry Miller’s cool ass old library (“Where nothing happens”). Animal Collective played to 300 people here last year. Highway 1.
Awesome hand painted sign.
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![Andrew WK is a manufactured identity. There’s someone (a mastermind) that created him, wrote the music, and is pulling all the strings. “Andrew WK” simply won the audition for the created part. The part of”Andrew WK” has been played by several different actors over the years.
From Wikipedia:
In December 2009, a lecture recorded at Madame Jojo’s in London in September 2008[40] was published online. In it Andrew W.K. claimed that the Andrew W.K. persona was created by a committee including himself, his father, and other individuals, and that he was the “next person playing Andrew W.K.” Claiming, “I’m not the guy you’ve seen from the I Get Wet album… I’m not that same person. I don’t just mean that in a philosophical or conceptual way. It’s not the same person at all.” Andrew W.K. later went on to clarify that he believed that he, as well as his fans that have followed him since the original album, have become “different people.”[41]
The conspiracy theory is cool, but to be honest, I could really give two shits because I think this guy’s music sucks. Always have. I just never understood the appeal of this sweaty dude wearing dirty t-shirts playing bad piano metal. I saw his lame act at the Warped tour a few years ago and it almost ruined my buzz.](http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyft92sj581qz9z98o1_r1_500.jpg)
“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery — celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from — it’s where you take them to.”
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Jim Jarmusch
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