As a child, we used to do “air band” skits. Pick a favorite song, and create a choreography-pantomime to the music. Different people can pretend to play different instruments in the song. I have vague recollections of Golub and I being in a production of Poison’s “Your Mama Don’t Dance.”
Well, let me just say how much I love YouTube. Today I found a kind of reverse air band. It’s pretty funny.
This kind of monkey-business makes feel warm and fuzzy. Despite the wars and corporations, maybe humankind is capable of solving the problems we have stirred up. We need brilliant visionaries like this to show us the way.
What you see is what you get, folks. It doesn’t get better than this.
Not to be left out, Ozzy Osbourne clapping along to Jake E. Lee.
Buried deep in this parody is a message to all of you shred heads: “If you’re going to make me listen to your solo, your solo should move me.”
Move my feet, hips, heart, head, or move me out the door.
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