"Would anyone like to share this beer with me?" asks Andrew W.K., just another gracious and Christ-like gesture, five loaves and two fish distilled into a single, gleaming bottle of Bud Light, but still enough to sate and thrill the masses. Or, in any event, what mere fraction of the masses can cram into this tiny basement New Museum performance space Thursday night, a very staid and academic-recital sort of vibe, well-coifed downtown sorts of folks primly seated in orderly rows, watching their messiah... More >>>