Dave Hickey’s prose transports are like an eye attached to a butterfly attached to a rocketship—which is to say, lucidity uncannily yoked to both a deft lightness of touch and sheer gangbusters propulsion: the down-to-earth, time and again, taking off and taking flight. The generosity of the man’s verve—the suppleness of its profusions—can get to be downright ravishing. On top of which, the guy’s really funny. —Lawrence Weschler Air Guitar is Dave Hickey’s ”memoir without tears”—a journey through the vernacular cultural landscape of the United States in the second half of the twentieth century. Looking back from the vantage-point of…