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A Lesson In Partying with Andrew W.K.

Andrew W.K., best known for his party-rock anthems and iconic bloody-nosed album cover, brought his unique insight to UC Irvine this week in a lecture organized by Acrobatics Everyday.

The lecture was an opportunity for W.K. to share his unique pearls of wisdom with fans in a somewhat less raucous way than he is known for. From favorite dinosaurs to head-banging tips, there were no topical stones left unturned by the end of the night. Backed by nothing more than his keyboard and wearing his signature all-white ensemble, W.K. shared his philosophies of life, happiness and partying with all. “Andrew W.K. is just a young man on an adventure,” he said, and he took his audience on that adventure through a land of partying and rock.

Prior to his lecture, W.K. explained the method (or lack thereof) behind his talks. “Getting out here was really my only plan. Now it’s sort of up in the air and it’s a free for all, we’ll see what happens as it plays out. So I have no expectation other than to enjoy myself and have a fine time. They may be offended, they may be disappointed, they may be delighted, they may be angry … they may be sad. They may be pumped up. I can offer some words of personal experience, they may be wisdom, they may be complete ignorance, depends on who’s receiving them. I am here, I’m gonna pump it up, whether they have any preconceived notions about what this is gonna be, whether they come back ever again, we’re gonna go through this together. All I can hope is for them to be there. I’ll just do my best to facilitate us having a ball.”

Fielding questions from the audience, W.K. would break out into song, slamming away at his keyboard and abruptly stopping to answer more questions or to lecture on his general outlook on life.

When asked by an audience member what his favorite dinosaur was, W.K. expressed his avoidance of preferences. “I don’t try to pick favorites in that way, it gets a little stressful … and if you don’t know where you stand, people can’t pin you down so much … but my favorite dinosaur is a pterodactyl. My favorite things are breathing … drinking water … and attempting to reproduce without actually succeeding.”

Occasionally twirling his microphone stand in circles, accidentally electrocuting himself on the keyboard and slamming on the keys like a hard-rock Stevie Wonder, W.K. has a unique presence on stage that is entertaining and awkward at once. “In case you couldn’t tell, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

W.K. also revealed more details on the new album he announced he had been working on. “I’ve been working on [a new album] in some ways over the last five years, but especially over the last year, really formalizing the recording process, and really hoping to have it out in the next couple of months, 2012 most likely, but I’ve been out here [in Los Angeles] working out here. We’ve just begun the mixing process on some of the songs. This will be my first new rock ’n roll party album since, really, 2006, and we’ve been patient, we’ve been biding our time, and now it’s time to rage. I’m looking forward to it, I’m very excited about it. All the good parties over the last couple of years have contributed to this new batch of songs.”

Of course, it wouldn’t have been a night with Andrew W.K. if some helpful party tips had not been dispensed by the master himself. “Party tip: don’t let anybody ever tell you how to party. Partying is having fun on your own terms!”

Anyone who follows Andrew W.K. on Twitter knows it’s the source for all his greatest party tips (“PARTY TIP: Put your hands behind your back and lick something”).

“Twitter gives me the ability to touch base with and communicate with a large number of people, in a relatively intimate way that I otherwise wouldn’t be able to do, at least not this frequently. I mean, I could drive to a place like New Orleans and visit each person there and tell them to party, but through Twitter I’m able to in a slightly less intimate way but still in a powerful way, communicate to all those folks around the world.”

A young woman in the audience asked W.K., “What’s your favorite guilty pleasure?” and his response echoed his earlier explanation: none. “If you get off on a song, who cares?” he responded. “The arts are there purely for pleasure, never feel guilty about it … Follow that which feels best. Stay as close to the joy as you can.”

The night ended with the seated audience rising to their feet to form an impromptu mosh pit around W.K.’s keyboard as he belted out a stripped-down version of “Party Hard.”

Farnosh Mazandarani, a Cal State Fullerton student in attendance said, “It was mind-blowing. He said, ‘Just keep blowing your mind,’ and my mind was definitely blown.”

Andrew W.K., a man singularly devoted to partying and enjoying life, taught everyone that you can do anything you want with your life, even if that means being a professional partier.

By Natasha Aftandilians

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30 years ago today. April 5th, 1981

30 years ago today, I competed in my first BMX race. Here is a photo from that day. I’m #25, and I raced in the 8 beginner class against two other kids. Although I would love to tell you about how I was a natural and I kicked everyone’s ass, if you notice in the picture there is no one behind me. That’s right….last place. I found myself in last place all three motos. The first moto, my chain fell off halfway around and being that I was only eight, I had no idea how to put it back on. I did what any champion in the making would do… I sat in the middle of the track and cried. Then, in a character building moment, I walked my crippled ride to the finish line. The only reason I finished ahead of anyone all day was that one kid fell in the 2nd moto and both kids crashed into each other in the 3rd moto and I strolled around the wreckage for the victory. I finished 3-2-1 in the 3 motos and grabbed 2nd for the day.

After staring at this picture trying to figure out what to write, I noticed lots of little things that are interesting. First, is the huge motocross influence. From the Honda jersey to the fact that I have a 2.125 rear tire and a 1.75 front because that’s how motorcycles were, fatty in the rear and a skinny tire in the front. Check out how big my rear sprocket is, it was something like a 36-20. That might be why I’m in last place. I probably pedaled 30 times and only went ten feet. The next thing I noticed is the fashion. I’ve never thought of myself as very fashionable, but I’m very proud of my matching uniform here. Helmet, jersey, jeans, all the way down to the Nikes with the red swoosh and red laces to top it off. It may appear that I’m a trend setter by being brakeless, but actually, I’m rocking a coaster brake. When you have a coaster brake, getting your pants caught in the chain is bad. I went subtle with some tape to keep my jeans out of my chain, while #93 chose to stuff his jeans in his sock then pull the sock up to his knee. I win that one, but he has me beat in number plate choice. My paper plate isn’t that cool, but it was my first race. Speaking of fashion, check out the guy in the infield with the yellow flag. He is just oozing coolness. Finally, even though I’m in last place, I’m psyched that it looks like the only thing I’m concerned with is launching off the little double down the second straight.

Thanks for joining me in my stroll down memory lane. BMX has definitely changed over time, but the one thing that hasn’t changed in thirty years and is the reason that I still ride today. That is to go as fast as you can, pull back as hard as you can, and go as high as you can. Oh yeah, and to have fun too.

-Brian Foster

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Separation of Hardcourt and Grass...

Is this what Hardcourt Bike Polo has become? Do we all have "personal space" that cannot be breached? Are people really cussing at others in the hunt for an apology because they were bumped?

Sadly, Hardcourt Bike Polo is officially dying. Sure, 2011 will see the game grow faster than ever before. But the original spirit of the game: A fast, crazy, tough modernization of Grass Bike Polo is quickly eroding thanks to an influx of sissies determining how the game should be played and how the sport should move forward.

Pretty soon, Hardcourt Bike Polo will be nothing more than Grass Polo played on asphalt. The game will be watered-down into something that no longer possess the magic that existed when the highest level of the sport was tough and scary and reserved for a select few. It is already happening. Look at the video above. The slightest bump in the corner produces one of the biggest hissy fits I have seen at polo.

I do not remember Charlie whining and cussing when he got worked 20 times worse in Madison, WI last summer. He shook it off and finished the game like tough, great players do. If you do not know what I am talking about, watch the first eight seconds of this video:

North American Hardcourt Polo from Mr.Do on Vimeo.

So why is Charlie's recent bump in Little Rock, AR getting so much attention? Why does he get his own video proclaiming him "The Dick of The Week" and splattering "Dick Move" over the screen when he takes away a guy's line while remaining within the rules of the game? There is only one answer: Bike Polo is dying a slow death due to neutering. The game I have grown to love over the past year and half is having all of its sharp edges removed...like a house that has padding everywhere to protect a baby that has just started walking.

Stop protecting the babies. Weed them out.

In my opinion, this is the wrong way of developing the game of Hardcourt Bike Polo. Instead of dumbing-down the game and making it safe and accessible for everyone, there should always be a section of Bike Polo that maintains the original spirit of the game. The highest level of Bike Polo should always be rough, dangerous, and tough. That is what has really drawn me and others to the sport...And changes intended to diminish that spirit have pushed some great people out of the game. As long as Bike Polo exists, I want to have to deal with guys trying to take my line at full speed...I want to grind shoulder-to-shoulder down the rink in the attempt to earn a breakaway...I want to check and be checked when the opportunity presents itself. Hockey should not be controlled by figure skaters, and Hardcourt Bike Polo should not be influenced by people that want the game to be like Grass Bike Polo (whether they know it or not...The guy in the video above clearly falls in this category. If you do not want to get bumped and cut off, Grass Polo is always looking for new players).

I understand that there will always be new people discovering Bike Polo, and I do not want them to be scared-off by how amazingly tough and intense great games can be. To satisfy the new players, they should be cultivated in a warm, welcoming environment where they are allowed to learn the game and should not have be scared of being smashed through a wall (yet). I think this is possible without destroying what the best Bike Polo can and should be.

Let Hardcourt Bike Polo be Hardcourt Bike Polo!

The fact that the last sentence is not the opinion of the majority is really making me reconsider my involvement in the sport of Hardcourt Bike Polo. The thought of going to tournaments and wasting my weekend with referees and players that do not understand real Bike Polo is quite frustrating. I also do not have the patience to listen to some crybaby give me an earful because he objects to me playing the game within the rules.

The state of Hardcourt Bike Polo is uncertain. It may have already drifted down the wrong fork in the river. For the sake of the game, I hope that it has not.

-Ben
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