Andy Warhol lives on, as two average college boys shoot to stardom by posting an embarrassingly naff lipsynch performance on the web. Stories like this are a dime a dozen, but what makes this one interesting is that these lads are in China.
It’s not often we get a look at the next generation of this wannabe superpower outside of those carefully controlled interactions with foreigners that the Party is prepared to tolerate, so there’s value just in its spontaneity. And reassuringly normal they are too. Gauche, spotty and a little dim, they are the very picture of average adolescent masculinity. They wear the same hideously overpriced polyester sportswear and stupid trainers, and listen to the same god-awful music. Get them on the subject of Taiwan or Tibet, and I dare say the urge to slap them might become overpowering, but then again, what teenager does not inspire that emotion pretty much hourly?
Watching them gurn and grimace in their crappy little dorm room in Guangzhou, one feels a little better about the future. They’re just as dumb as our kids and, even better, thanks to China’s one-child policy there’ll soon be surprisingly few of them. All that remains is to ship them Simon Cowell, and our joy will be complete.
Andy Warhol in Chinese, by the way, is Ai-Ning Wu-Huan, or “shiny peace-lover”. Even in Chinese, the man was a born hippy.
Boys just wanna have fu-un…