Strange as it sounds, I fall in love with Andrew W.K. every 12-16 months. Usually, this happens because I rediscover “I Get Wet,” but this time, it’s because of NPR and the McLaughlin Group. To Wit: At the urging of Faith Salie, Andrew made a song based on the below conversation:
MR. MCLAUGHLIN: Question: Does Romney’s endorsement seal the deal? Is McCain now the inevitable Republican nominee? I ask you, Pat.
MR. BUCHANAN: John, absent celestial intervention, I think he’s going to get the nomination.
MR. MCLAUGHLIN: Absent what?
MR. BUCHANAN: Celestial intervention.
MR. MCLAUGHLIN: Well, it happens, Pat. May he rest in peace, Paul Wellstone. John Heinz was killed in an airplane crash.
MR. BUCHANAN: Well, let’s not speculate on it.
MR. MCLAUGHLIN: Death comes in the night on cats’ paws, Pat. You never know.
MR. BUCHANAN: On little cats’ feet. That’s the fog, John, that comes in on little cats’ feet.
Mr. MCLAUGHLIN: I changed it to cat – Sandberg be damned.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present how I fell in love again:
And here’s a more thorough, but less entertaining version:
I once hugged Andrew WK. He smelled pretty good, despite looking like he had been working for 90 hours in the kitchen of a Pizza Hut. Greatest celebrity experience in my life so far.
And I always figured the next man on the moon would be from Lithuania… but maybe thats just me.
the small golden eyed dog,
with a body shaped like a cat.
Ok, I have watched this video 40 times now and I am officially insane and in love.
I, too, am now officially insane. But what more poignant lyric could there be than “Death comes in the night on little cats feet” (ON LITTLE CATS FEET!)
love.
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