Idolator

This mention of a recent Andrew WK show where Mssr. Wilkes-Krier "hunched over a piano hugging stage left [and] sprinted through a half-hour of newly penned songs and covers punctuated by the occasional bout of free-form ivory pummeling" before he "sat down and tore through I Get Wet'" for an encore reminded me of how awesome this all-natural ode to party-induced perspiration (or less family-friendly secretions) remains after six years. Not particularly good for writer's block, though, as it tends to reduce me to grunts, flailing orangutan-esque arm gestures, and the occasional adjective like "awesome." At least that's two syllables. [Vulture / YouTube]