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The Deliverance Air Guitarist
A bunch of guys hanging out by a van. A skanky metal chick in leopard-skin blouse and mirror shades. The interviewer asks if anyone there plays air guitar. Some jokes, hemming and hawing, then John Holtman is called forward.
The camera focuses on his face . . . and John Holtman looks like that kid playing banjo on the porch in Deliverance all grown up. Abnormally large head. Red hair, wispy beard, pug-nosed. His beer belly hangs over the belt of his camouflage pants. He clutches a bottle containing some orange juice/screwdriver concoction. It?s like the scene in Pulp Fiction where we see the leather freak crawling out of its hiding place.
Holtman goes over to the metal skank, proclaims he?s going to play air guitar on her and tries to grope her while tunelessly bawling out, ?Mow, mow, get around, I get around? in imitation of the Beach Boys song, while this woman tries hard not to vomit on him. I wouldn?t be surprised if his picture is now hanging in post offices all over America, assuming they could ID him before he slipped back into the smoky hills of Appalachia.
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