Going to an air guitar show is like going to a three-drink-minimum comedy club. You’re never sure how you ended up there. You walk into a room where “Jessie’s Girl” is playing, sparsely crowded with Saturday-night patrons borrowed from sports bars, heavy metal shows, comic conventions. Things are running an hour late, and you have to wonder why you’re waiting around to watch a bunch of people get on stage and pretend to play the guitar. The merchandise is also pretend: They’re selling “air vinyls” at $5 a pop. Air vinyls? “There’s nothing on it,” explains the woman behind the table. “You can take it home and smash it if you want.” (None had sold thus far.)
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