Wondering what all the fuss was about at the 2008 Cuervo Black U.S. Air Guitar Championships that recently came to Dallas' House of Blues? I could tell you (oh, I already have; see other blog posts), but there's nothing like...
It turns out that we were the Russian judges. But every judging pair was going in for the zingers. We had a guy in an Elvis cape, a guy in sparkly purple skintight everything and a blushing bride-to-be who threw...
We just got briefed by the organizers. It seems there are 11 competitors, each getting 60 seconds to do their thing. No. Props. Allowed. That's instant disqualification. Ray asks, "Are we going to be the Russian judges," no doubt alluding...