Andrew Rinehart has paid his dues—he helped run the influential Brooklyn art space Body Actualized Center, now closed. He also toured with Friends last summer, and is a member of Brooklyn power-pop crew Splash.Now Rinehart's stepping out on his own with a new video for his song "You Can't Break My Heart (Pretty People Make Graves)." Rinehart's charmingly slapdash chords and lyrics about pretty girls in high heels create a funhouse mirror version of power-pop, complemented by the off-kilter video. Directed by Geneva Jacuzzi, the clip shows a hallucinatory, Lynchian odyssey through Hollywood, Rinehart and his friends wearing creepy masks and dancing around the Walk Of Fame.Stream the video below, and don't miss Rinehart's answers to our Firsties and Faves Q+A below. You can download his Everything (Part II) EP here.Noisey: Favorite time you were totally embarrassed:
Andrew Rinehart: That moment when after having gotten lost in a secluded area of 29 Palms, CA as a result of eating surprisingly strong mushroom chocolates, my traveling partner and I finally spied the rescue chopper that had come to save us.Favorite trinket or lucky charm?
I'm not really one for trinkets, but I do enjoy a nice stone in my pocket. And I'm quite fond of a cute little good luck scroll that my friend Naomi got me from Japan. Out of all the characters on it the only one I've been able to identify is the one for "God."Favorite fact about your mom?
She tolerates me.Favorite guilty pleasure?
Contempt for the world and everything in it.Favorite place in New York City?
That's a toss-up between 285 Kent and The Body Actualized Center. Honorable mention goes to the juice zone inside Mr. Kiwi's—that's a pretty damn good spot too (and hey, it still exists).Favorite luxury buy?
I don't really desire much in the Rollie or Phantom department. Recent splurge buys though: Spirulina and/or Maca powder in bulk, Ableton Push, and the Twin Peaks box set.First act of defiance?
Renouncing "God." I hated going to church as a kid, so one day when I was about six or seven I went out in our backyard and very clearly told God that if he/she existed then he/she would need to give me a sign. Whether that was a fair methodology or not I don't know, but God definitely snoozed on the moment so I was pretty much hard out from that moment on.First fictional or celebrity crush?
Kelly Kapowski, though admittedly it was a pretty shallow one cause I never really connected with her personality. Once Molly Ringwald showed up things got way more real. It was painful, like love should be.First animal you ever loved?
The Ultimate Warrior. And the numerous pet hamsters my brother and I had as kids. The love never felt realer than when they were dying (see above).First song you remember hearing?
I have extremely vivid memories of being at some kids birthday party eating KFC "chicken littles" as Billie Idol's "Mony Mony" blasted on the radio. It made me feel sick then and it makes me feel sick now.First kiss?
I was about ten or 11 at a party somewhere, and everyone in attendance seemed to think that this particular girl and I NEEDED to kiss. So much so that after a few hours of no action on either of our parts, two gangs of desperate-for-excitement-nearly-frothing-at-the-mouth kids literally dragged the two of us out to a field where they pushed us into a giant circle of kids where of course we capitulated and then immediately ran away never to speak again.
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Andrew Rinehart: That moment when after having gotten lost in a secluded area of 29 Palms, CA as a result of eating surprisingly strong mushroom chocolates, my traveling partner and I finally spied the rescue chopper that had come to save us.Favorite trinket or lucky charm?
I'm not really one for trinkets, but I do enjoy a nice stone in my pocket. And I'm quite fond of a cute little good luck scroll that my friend Naomi got me from Japan. Out of all the characters on it the only one I've been able to identify is the one for "God."Favorite fact about your mom?
She tolerates me.Favorite guilty pleasure?
Contempt for the world and everything in it.Favorite place in New York City?
That's a toss-up between 285 Kent and The Body Actualized Center. Honorable mention goes to the juice zone inside Mr. Kiwi's—that's a pretty damn good spot too (and hey, it still exists).Favorite luxury buy?
I don't really desire much in the Rollie or Phantom department. Recent splurge buys though: Spirulina and/or Maca powder in bulk, Ableton Push, and the Twin Peaks box set.First act of defiance?
Renouncing "God." I hated going to church as a kid, so one day when I was about six or seven I went out in our backyard and very clearly told God that if he/she existed then he/she would need to give me a sign. Whether that was a fair methodology or not I don't know, but God definitely snoozed on the moment so I was pretty much hard out from that moment on.First fictional or celebrity crush?
Kelly Kapowski, though admittedly it was a pretty shallow one cause I never really connected with her personality. Once Molly Ringwald showed up things got way more real. It was painful, like love should be.First animal you ever loved?
The Ultimate Warrior. And the numerous pet hamsters my brother and I had as kids. The love never felt realer than when they were dying (see above).First song you remember hearing?
I have extremely vivid memories of being at some kids birthday party eating KFC "chicken littles" as Billie Idol's "Mony Mony" blasted on the radio. It made me feel sick then and it makes me feel sick now.First kiss?
I was about ten or 11 at a party somewhere, and everyone in attendance seemed to think that this particular girl and I NEEDED to kiss. So much so that after a few hours of no action on either of our parts, two gangs of desperate-for-excitement-nearly-frothing-at-the-mouth kids literally dragged the two of us out to a field where they pushed us into a giant circle of kids where of course we capitulated and then immediately ran away never to speak again.