Embodiment of an Era

The decision was made to spend the afternoon at Eric's before going out for the night.

A train ride from Astoria. A walk.

Eric was there. Tom as well. It was nice out, but the afternoon was destined to be spent indoors.

Certain moments stick out. The rest a fog.

Tom standing. Leaning. Sliding against the wall to the floor.

The Hives. Listening to The Hives.

And what Eric billed as the hot new thing out of the U.K. Provided by a friend.

Andrew W.K.

It was something new. It was something fun. It was something the entire room thought came from England.

Party music. Party punk. It left a mark. Although not one that sparked an interest in import buying.

Virtually forgotten until a return to Philadelphia pushed Andrew W.K. back on the map. He was everywhere.

Everywhere among a certain scene or scenes. Getting bigger. And as it turned out. Definitely not from the U.K.

He being one of those American anomalies that seem to make it overseas before breaking here. Reverse success. The Strokes.

This might not be true. Only an impression. Resulting from the total disregard of the domestic music press.

Missing homegrown hype.

Andrew W.K. - I Get Wet. eBay. New.