Air Bands.

Once hilarious, always hilarious. It doesn’t matter it they’re good or bad. In fact I don’t think they can ever possibly be bad.

Full disclosure: I used to take Air Bands (I think so highly of them I’ve decided to use caps on the first letters) very seriously. I even entered contests with my friends. Once, my friend Shane and I did a duet of Bryan Adams & Tina Turner’s “It’s Only Love” for a talent show. I did the Tina part, but we both dressed like Bryan Adams. This made zero sense, but for some reason seemed brilliant at the time. We worked super hard making a light show that consisted of one red bulb stuck through a pie plate. We got a roadie - our friend Stuart –  to plug in and unplug the light as quickly as he could over and over again during our song. We didn’t win. Perhaps it was the gender confusion, or the fact I had made my own guitar out of cardboard and a 2 x 4, then inexplicably painted the entire thing a disgusting brown that my Dad had recently used to paint our picnic table. Oh well, that’s not the point. The point is, Air Bands totally rule. Always have, always will. For Those About to Sorta Rock… We Salute You. Don’t let it die.