As for the other nobodies—JUST KIDDING!—the list includes:
-- Hawt Mess
-- Air Banger
-- Pierre McPick
-- Jimmy the Neck
-- Debbie Airry
-- Eddie Van Glam
-- Air Lincoln
-- Edward Shredderhands
On paper the list looks small, but the competition was intense. Each competitor showed just what a mesmerizing and hilarious (and sometimes downright filthy) form of dance that air guitar can be in the right sweaty hands. There were beards, baguettes, hypnotic starts and stops, dangerous leaps and smutty gestures that harkened back to the Paris Theatre’s former incarnation.
A big air salute to these men and women for braving the stage and giving Portland a taste of weird beyond weird!
On a side note, the random spectators in the audience far outnumbered the participants’ supporters. These people lined around the block and packed the house from start to finish. For an extra boost, Fox News ran a segment on the event beforehand and KATU showed up to interview participants and film part of the show.
And a big shout-out to the Paris Theatre for being such a visually stunning venue and helpful in all aspects of the event, from the bar to the door to the audiovisual effects.
Also, while we’re at it, a shout-out to the judges: Dan Bozyk, Sarah Riddle, Christa Mysterious, Tony Tapatio and Mahlon “Whalin Big Air” Coopman.
Each year, Kara Picante strives to put on a BIG show that will entertain and hopefully draw new fans from the uncomprehending world at large as well as the usual diehard air guitar fans. This year was no different. She opened the show with a theatrical piece that combined Beyoncé, Alice Cooper, AC/DC, Andres SegoviAIR and even a little John Carpenter (see if you can catch it), the action starts around :40.
At halftime, bellydancer Karissa of Offbeat Belly Dance, kept the crowd going before Hair-A-Lingus, Thirsty Motion, Cold Steel Renegade, The Marquis and Eddie Van Glam (not in that order) went into the second round. And if that wasn’t enough, Cold Steel Renegade melted people’s faces with either his butt cheeks or his genitals, depending on your relative position. (An insider tells us The Marquis looked; don’t tell him we told you.)
Rock on, Portland, and on to the U.S. Air Guitar Nationals!