Sure, Tiësto and Swedish House Mafia party on private planes, flooding fuselages with champagne on their epic, 36,000-mile-high ravers. And yeah, rappers such as Lil Wayne and Rick Ross make it rain millions at King of Diamonds, unleashing cash-money thunderstorms on big-booty girls like Tip Drill and Skrawberry. But Andrew Fetterly Wilkes Krier still parties the hardest.
Known to the masses as Andrew W.K., the 32-year-old multi-instrumentalist music producer, singer-songwriter, and all-around rock 'n' roll rager is bringing his "Party Hard" shit-show to Fort Lauderdale's Revolution Live this Saturday. But before you "Tear it up," start "Pushing Drugs," and get "Totally Stupid" with Andrew and his crew, make sure you know "Your Rules."
No weapons, fireworks, confetti, or jewelry with spiked edges: Only Andrew W.K. should make Andrew W.K. bleed, not some Broward County punk with poor accessory tastes and bootleg explosives. There will be plenty of bloody noses and forehead wounds courtesy of the talent, thank you very much.
No crowdsurfing: The folks at Revolution hate crowdsurfers. Respect the bouncers, bitches. But most important...
Always party hard: As Mr. W.K. likes to say, "When it's time to party, we will always party hard."