"Uh oh. We're gonna lose another one."
Guitar Hero III topped AJ's letter to Santa. It was the first present he opened, knowing the contents. He expressed relatively minor excitement, compared to the frenzy of unwrapping his USC football jersey, which including a leaping, swirling dance that was a near facsimilie of his father's performance in the IP sportsbook, though this one included shouts of "John David Booty! John David Booty!"
Three days hence, he still hasn't played GHIII. I, however, have strapped on a toy guitar every night. That's not sad, is it? A 40-year-old man alone in his apartment cursing his inability to channel C.C. DeVille?
What if it is? I don't think I care.
The last video game I played with any interest was Galaga. The last game console I ever owned in my house--prior to getting AJ a Wii for his birthday--was Atari 2600. I've never played Tecmo Bowl or Mike Tyson's Punchout. Just wasn't my thing.
But this...this I can get into. The photo speaks for itself.
It's an homage. Part Slash (the smoke). Part The Edge (the knit cap). Part Homeless Person (the rest). I love the confused look on my face. Captures perfectly my befuddlement when starting to play.
I began on Easy. Get used to everything. In a vacuum, this should be right up my alley. I'm familiar with all the songs. I played in a band--okay, I was a drummer--that played dozens of live shows, including an opening slot at The Whiskey. I have rhythym.
Still took me 7 tries to master "Slow Ride." On Easy.
But it only took me 4 to conquer "Talk Dirty to Me." And the next three songs? Got 'em all on the first pass.
Check my shit out.
AJ's back tonight. He'll probably want to play NBA 08, which thoughtfully has a "Family Play" mode that allows him to pretty much score at will just by flicking his wrist. And that'll be fine. I think GHIII is a bit too difficult for him at this point and his failures will undoubtedly produce tantrums. From him.
So I hope he'll be content with watching Daddy