Token White boy

If I were a white man I’d want to be this one. Andrew is one of those crazy intellectuals that’s so freaking humble and genuinely intelligent that you’d be in danger of referring to him as just another Chelsea hooligan, if you didn’t take the time to properly reflect on his genuine question “So what do you listen to?” Most likely he’d mean music, but if you said the sound of nothing, he’d probably give you some hippy Buddhist silent head nod thing and you’d feel touched by a bodhisattva; trust, its less invasive than being touched by an angel. Still, mention anyone from Don Letts to Rick Rubin and he’d probably have a story or two either about them or someone he’s worked with that’s tight with them. If you had five hours to kill, I’d recommend saying something to the effect of “I don’t see what’s so great about Led Zeppelin anyway”. Whatever you do, however, don’t insult his friends. While Andrew Goodwin is a true gentleman in every sense of the word, he stands up for his friends in a way most people on this planet have forgotten how to.
Andrew’s started a blog, which for my money is basically free tuition to the coolest cultural studies class ever, the inner workings of his mind. No for real, he goes seamlessly from Adorno to The Prisoner, and back to freaking Zeppelin. In under a month the man has generated more texts than I have in two freaking years, and none of it is rant or bizarre (yet sexy) personal ads. The only reason I’m not truly envious of this man is that he still know nothing of graphic novels or free jazz. Those are the only two chinks in his cultural studies armor but with a carnivorous mind such as his, it’s only a matter of time before he’s got a black beret on, humming a Coltrane solo off of interstellar journeys while deconstructing Warren Ellis' Planetary.
Go check out his blog. You won’t be disappointed.

Andrew, you’re my token white boy of the month on Afrogeeks!

PS. If you ever run into the Professor of pop ask him what you call a black man who flies a plane.