The alarm goes off at 7 a.m. You look at your clock with a smile on your face. It is only thirteen hours until the concert starts. At least that's what the ticket says- 8 p.m. But anyone who has been to a concert knows that, more often than not, it doesn't start on time. The opening band goes on and then the headliner... All the planning and the patience is about to pay off. You've experienced the excitement and anticipation of preparing for a concert, and should now direct your energy toward the next leg of the experience: the social scene. If you are reading this book, you're a rock music fan. And if you're a rock music fan, you know that along with sternum-vibrating sound and electrifying ambience, certain givens come with the rock-gig terrain. For example, you will, at some point in your concert-going career, have beer spilled on you by a shirtless and incoherent man. You will discard your hygienic scruples and enter the sinister zone that is the porta-potty. And you will be instructed to turn your head and cough during a pre-concert security check. Make no mistake: the act of sweltering for two days at a music festival, or of driving to another state to catch your favorite band, is a journey full of spiritual profundity and a million pitfalls. "No Air guitar Allowed" is intended as a guidebook for that journey. If rock music has no rules, it poses a thousand questions. How can you answer nature's call without missing the encore? How can you ditch your parents at a show without, well, ditching you parent's at a show? Is it possible to help make it a kinder, gentler mosh pit? And what are the rock faux pas that have the potential to make an entire stadium consider you the most obnoxious human being on the face of the planet? I feel uniquely qualified to field these questions because I am one of you! I have make every concert foul in the book. I have made out at a Bruce Springsteen concert and worn his sleeveless half-shirt while doing so. I have kicked over a 6-foot-7 guy's beer. I have haggled with a scalper in front of a first date. I have sung out loud at a Wilco show. I have yacked in a porta-potty at an Iron Maiden show. I have fake-vomited my way back to the front of the pit. I have "whooed" through a parking lot in a limo at a Madanna concert. Worst of all, I have closed my eyes tight at a show on numerous occasions, unaware of the thousands of eyes around me as I played air guitar. Which brings us to the title of the book. Playing air guitar at a concert tops every concert foul that you will see listed. What leads a person to play air guitar at a show? Maybe it's the feelings evoked by the live concert experience. Or maybe it's just that this low-budget musician has consumed fourteen 12-ounce drafts, filled with air and running $12 a pop. Either way, it is a dicey business. If you don't really know how to play the axe, you make a flailing spectacle of yourself and illustrate how far you really are from your rockstar dreams. If you do know enough leads and chords to do a passable imitation of the guitarist, you're halfway to becoming one of the most hated entities on the planet: a mime. If you think air guitar-ing is just a myth, or that the impulse to rock the air has gone extinct, think again. You can encounter this timeworn gesture of musical worship at any show where men out number women 5 to 1. Writing about air guitar, and all of the fun and funny minutae to be encountered at rock shows, has brought back so many great memories. We all have a story or two about a particular show and I hope reading this book brings back the same feelings writing this book has given me.
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Steve Weinberger is a San Diego-based author. It is his overzealous passion for rock 'n' roll concerts that singles him out; he has attended over 1,000 concerts, beginning with Kiss on August 19, 1977. Weinberger's favorite bands run the gamut of old and new rockers, from KISS, ZZ Top, Fleetwood Mac and The Who to Kings of Leon, Radiohead, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Green Day, Oasis, Modest Mouse, and Toad the Wet Sprocket. Weinberger's all time favorite bands to see live include KISS, Robert Randolph and the Family Band, Wilco, Pearl Jam and Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band.Review:
Steve Weinberger with Sarah Torribio- No Air Guitar Allowed From KISS to My Chemical Romance, a hilariously accurate and sometimes embarrassing look at the rock-concert experience. - Michael Sutton. No, not it's not a CD, but every rock fan should at least peek into the pages of No Air Guitar Allowed, probably the funniest and most dead-on accurate overview of going to rock concerts. Written by Steve Weinberger with Sarah Torribio, No Air Guitar Allowed recalls the sharp satirical humor of National Lampoon and Mad magazine in their '70s-'80's heyday, breaking down the cast of characters and situations that people will encounter at any gig, large or small. Weinberger has been attending rock concerts since his older brother took him to a KISS show in 1977 - and was hooked. He has never stopped attending rock concerts, and No Air Guitar Allowed is the product of 31 years in the trenches. Although Weinberger pokes fun at the imbecilic actions that some people do at these shows, he never comes across as being above any of them; in fact, from the introducion itself Weinberger admits that he is actually one of them. "I have made every concert foul in the book," Weinberger confesses, like when he "fake-vomited my way back to the front of the pit." Weinberger speaks the language of the Rock Fan. Written in a simple yet wonderfully witty manner, Weinberger's light tone sometimes makes you not realize how insightful he is. His observations are always comical yet ring true; there is nothing bogus here, and Weinberger has all the bases covered, from classic rock to alternative to heavy metal. Some of Weinberger's most hilarious moments are when he offers advice to newbies. "At an oldies-but-goodies fest, be sure to comment on how great everone in the band still looks, even if they appear to be preserved in formaldehyde," Weinberger writes. He even provides pointed suggestions to parents alike, "And unless you are seeing a Scandinavian death metal band with an equally homicidal fan base, don't worry about your kid's adventures into the stage-hugging area of a general admission show." However, what will have people talking the most are probably the colorful characters which often populate these shows, no matter where you are. For example, there is the Indie Guru who will only attend a Tool concert to see the obscure opening Goth act and depart before the major-label sell-outs hit the stage or the Divorced Guy, who can easily be identified by the resembling the Crypt Keeper with a young girl. Brought to life by Andrew Wahrmund's cartoonish illustrations, anybody who's been to at least one rock concert can recognize some of them. And those who have been to more will see themselves reflected in Weinberger's goofy yet completely honest mirror images. --All Music Guide
Love May be a battlefield, but so can the concert experience. Concert Vet Steve Weinberger could've written a book just about his days in the mosh pit: instead; he takes it several layers deeper categorizing the kind of people you will usually meet at these shows ( all genres have their stones overturned). You will find yourself laughing at nearly every page. Weinberger writes with an intensely observant yet never mean spirited eye; the closest comparison I could make are the less than caustic but nevertheless hysterically funny parodies in Mad magazine or perhaps National Lampoon who would've published this 20 years ago. Rarely have I ever seen somebody write something so intelligently about the stupidest human behavior. Weinberger will have you observing your fellow concert goers at the next gig you attend, searching for the characters in his book. --Twang Town
Love May be a battlefield, but so can the concert experience. Concert Vet Steve Weinberger could've written a book just about his days in the mosh pit: instead; he takes it several layers deeper categorizing the kind of people you will usually meet at these shows ( all genres have their stones overturned). You will find yourself laughing at nearly every page. Weinberger writes with an intensely observant yet never mean spirited eye; the closest comparison I could make are the less than caustic but nevertheless hysterically funny parodies in Mad magazine or perhaps National Lampoon who would've published this 20 years ago. Rarely have I ever seen somebody write something so intelligently about the stupidest human behavior. Weinberger will have you observing your fellow concert goers at the next gig you attend, searching for the characters in his book. For example, under the heading "Gal Pals," Weinberger addresses the Lillith fair crowd that made superstars out of female singer/songwriters Paula Cole and Ani DiFranco. "First, it is understood that the 'woman show' is a time to reclaim lost tribal unity. This means that the girl who keeps bumping into you is not That Bitch (see the girl fight) but instead a misguided sister," Weinberger explains. That is just a small example of the big laughs in No Air Guitar Allowed. --Twang Town
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Book Description Steve Weinberger, 2008. Paperback. Book Condition: New. book. Bookseller Inventory # 615200265