Brock McRock breaks iPhone while working undercover for the blog (updated with new lies)

Hey, it's that band!
BROCK McROCK snaps a front row photo of Steel Panther (above).  BROCK McROCK snaps a photo of DRY ICE, ATC, HOT LIXX HULAHAN, and STEEL PANTHER getting Starbucks before the show (below).

Air Accordionists took our jerbs!

First they ruin us all with the deliciousness that is nacho cheese, and now this?

Nordic heads home

Nordic goes Nordic

In 10 days our reigning champ and resident air ogre, Nordic Thunder, will be heading back to the motherland at the request of the mothership.  Such an impression he did make on the Finns that they have invited him and his hairy underoos to judge their own national competition. So let’s wish him luck but, more importantly, let’s hope he comes back. Plied with beer and nude saunas and ego boosts like the following from the AGWC High Priest Nordic’s return home is questionable at best.

“This trip will make you the ultimate expert of Finnish mentality and landscape, which will be a great addition to your collection of superpowers.”

Air Bear: hugging children while pushing the limits in an animal costume

This wonderful post from our very own AIR BEAR (Jacob Calle) just squirted out of the mojo wire:

Being Air Bear, the official mascot for US Air Guitar definitely has it’s ups and downs. Air Bear is this out of control character that is the epitome of disaster. He falls down stair cases, falls off the stage, stage dives into nothing, gets crowd surfed then dropped, and gets really wasted. This all sounds really great, but the next morning I am black and blue and limping. When I got asked to be Air Bear, the USAG committee explained to me that this character has wild antics along with the package. I honestly didn’t realize what I was getting myself into. In 1999 I was the 3rd best mouse in the state of Texas for Chuck E. Cheese. I was use to hugging children, playing peek-a-boo with babies, and the occasional flip or handstand while the children were well supervised and at least ten feet away from me. Now I am this drunk mess that needs a beer every ten minutes to keep the hype up.