So I've been told I must post about my addiction to rocking out. You see Stephen decided he would like a Wii for Christmas. Easy enough, I liked the games okay but nothing life changing. Then around Father's Day we picked up Guitar Hero. Again, it looked fun but I had three kids to watch over and precious sleep to think about. Eventually I was coerced into trying it out one weekend night after the kiddies were in bed and I've never been the same since. Before I knew it I had played 18 songs. I went through the easy level like Sherman through Georgia.
Now keep in mind, I do not rock - I play, simply and efficiently like I do so many things. I hit almost every note with a mechanical precision based on speed and distance and with no regard to the true spirit of the game. No, I do not have rhythm, I don't even know the songs. But, I can play for hours, hitting upwards of 200 notes in a row and getting 5 stars without ever moving from my perfectly still, knee-locked stance.
So last weekend we rented the new Aerosmith's Guitar Hero and yes - I've decided not only that I must have it - I must conquer it. It seems the twins, especially Maddie (above) prefer Aerosmith to Foghat so isn't that reason enough?