June 07, 2004
Ladies and gentlemen, warm up those arms. Yes, it's time for the second annual national air-guitar championships! Which culminates in the air-guitar world championships in Finland. Novices and wannabes, check this out.
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Awesome. This one time? At band camp? We had air guitar championships. I didn't enter, but air-headbanged. My friend used a tennis racket which techincally wasn't allowed but he had a spoon in the strings for an air-whammy bar. Shcweet.
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I used to be an air-guitar god. I'd have air-concerts, and the air-stadiums were packed with crazed air-fans. Then the air-groupies would lined up backstage when I was done, and we'd have lots of really sick air-sex and shoot up some air-heroin. My stage name was Airic Clapton. When I was about ten I discovered my Dad's old James Brown LPs and fell in love with them. One day I was listening to "Papa's Got a Brand New Bag" and vacuuming my room in my underpants. Suddenly the vacuum became my mic stand and I was James Brown. Did the little foot-shuffle dance (hard to do on carpet), did the thing where he collapses and somebody throws a cape over him, the whole thing. When the song ended there was applause. I turned, and there were my brother and two of his friends, hooting and laughing. Greatest moment of my life.
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My stage name was Airic Clapton I was about to call for a Monkey Beatdown for this horrible offence until I read the tail of shame that followed it. That's an awesome memory hehe.
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"offence?" "tail?" Didn't get much sleep last night, did we pete_best? Seriously, though, I had no idea there was such a wide market for one of my favorite hobbies. I going on tour, baby!
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This post brought back fond memories of my deceased son who was the air guitar king...thanks
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Bratcat: I'm sorry to hear about your son--and glad for you that you have such memories.
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ty BlueHorse