They came. Roaming the crowds and rocking the stages, the mighty air guitarists came. They wore multi-colored leather vests and afro’d wigs. They wore bras and stuffed their tights with socks. They wore diapers and dresses. They wore Egyptian tunics and open toed sandals. The mighty air guitarists came. They melted faces.

They played Metallica and DragonForce, dramatically throwing themselves from one end of the stage to the other, gripping their imaginary axes while furiously strumming at the very air we breathe. They kicked and screamed and leapt off stages. The ones who couldn’t please the harsh crowd were ruthlessly bood off stage. The ones who managed to get the drunken mob of a crowd going were treated as rock Gods. They were rock monsters under the guise of long-haired grunge rockers.

You couldn’t find a person in the entire venue who wasn’t drunk out of their minds. Master Air Guitarist Hot Lixx Hulahan said it best: “Drink! Have you ever seen air guitar sober? It’s really stupid!” Oh yes, the mighty air guitarists came.

And they ROCKED: (warning, if you’re not comfortable with seeing over-weight, bare chested dudes wearing bras, baby clothing, and frilly pink dresses, then now is your chance to look away. but you shouldn’t. it’s hilarious.)

Air guitar is hardcore.