The real conundrum for a hands-free rock 'n' roll frontman—no instrument to play, no ax to strum haplessly, no tambourine to bang impotently—is what to do with yourself during the guitar solos. It is an awkward time. Briefly (or not briefly, depending on the genre), you have no purpose. Dancing is ill-advised. Some brave individuals choose to leap about, hype up the crowd, headbang, or repeatedly jab an enthusiastic finger at the soloing individual. Most, however, retreat to the drum riser and emphatically drink... More >>>