There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.-Shel Silverstein
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
To Air is Human
Last night, Al, Hannah (Al's cousin), and I went to witness one of the most hilarious contests on the planet-US AIR GUITAR CHAMPIONSHIP! That's right! Now, in case you think this is a joke, let me reassure you, there are very strict rules about air guitaring. And, suprisingly, few people have what is considered to be "airness" while playing the air guitar. What can I say? It definitely takes a certain je ne sais quoi to be a US Air Guitar Champion. We definitely saw some interesting looks, and some bad-ass air guitar playing. The champion goes to New York to compete, and then off to Finland for the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP.
It was important to applaud talented players, because, after all, they ARE representing USA!! You can't just send anyone to the air guitar world championships!
It was a spectacular night, although I was highly disappointed that no girls entered. I think if I had gotten up there with my bad-ass rendition of Welcome to The Jungle, I would have won! (Plus the being pregnant thing helps).
Alas, not guitar for me. As they said in the biz, "if i can't play air guitar, then I don't want air."
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