Rock out with your…

So, I went and did it. What can I say, I couldn't help myself. When you've been salivating over something for as long as I have this, you can't just ignore it when you finally find it. I think I hesitated for all of half-of-a-minute, during which I circled my prey, sniffing the air, wondering if this would pay off. Well, in fact, I knew it wouldn't pay off. If anything, I would be paying out. I guess I was really wondering if this could be wrong, since if felt so right.

In the end, I took the giant Rock Band box to the till, and walked out with a much lighter wallet, but a box full of fun. (We won't get into how I could justify the cost, given my current financial situation.)

You probably want a review of the game. Ok, here it is: I rock. After playing the game, I've discovered that I don't want to work, I just want to bang on the drums all day. Yeah, I can finally relate to that old cliche.  Playing a fake guitar is fun, sure, but banging on shit is visceral. You feel like a two-year-old that just found the pot cupboard.

Hell, Rock Band has even turned S into a musician, which is no small feat, I'll tell you - I'm not being mean here, she's a fine vocalist, and she's slowly finding her inner rhythm. It just all happened to be repressed before, and is now coming to the surface. And all this from a video game.

It's a good thing that it's in Guelph and not London.