Maybe I’m being self-indulgent, but I think some of you have wondered why I’ve been slack on posting lately. I would apologize, but I’m not sorry.
Since Monday, I’ve been addicted to a lil game called Guitar Hero. If you’re not hip to GH, get hip. It’s the greatest thing ever.
Basically, it’s like Dance Dance Revolution for the guitar. They give you a raft of pretty good songs, and you play them with a guitar that comes with the game. Costs $70, and it’s so worth it, especially if you were a kid that dreamed of playing the guitar like I was.
In fact, I played pretty well as a child. When I was 9, I accompanied my teacher at a show at Prairie View A&M’s Christmas show. I was so nervous that I made myself sick, but I made it through “The First Noel” without any hassles and got personally introduced to the crowd. Even with a splitting headache and a stomach doing backflips, I was extremely excited. One of the greatest days of my life.
Unfortunately, my teacher was later killed by his ex-girlfriend in a store parking lot. That was my first brush with tragic death, and it hits me hard now. Way harder than when it happened because I couldn’t grasp death then, but I understand more now than I wish I did.
(Random–ever look back on how you handled deaths as a child and regret that you couldn’t help the people close to you when those things happened? I had two grandparents die at ages when I couldn’t grasp the magnitude, and I still feel bad for that.)
But here’s the thing…does playing Guitar Hero make me like those DDR people? I would call those people lame, but Gary loves it and Gary’s not lame.
Cuz man, I’ll be in this piece killin that guitar. Killin it. It’s the most addictive game I’ve ever played, and the songs are largely fantastic.
One problem–not enough black people. They put a blues joing on there, but it’s from Stevie Ray Vaughan. Don’t get me wrong–he’s probably one of the five or ten greatest guitar players ever. But you gotta put more black people on here than Hendrix. That’s said and somewhat disrespectful.