No, not pornography. I said my secret shame.
And that would be the point where the handful of family members who still read this blog decide to bail out.
Anyway, my secret shame is something far less sexy. Well, depending on how sexy you think porn is, which is definitely in the territory known as "subjective." But whatever your opinion on that may be, I'm pretty sure an addiction to Guitar Hero II is even less sexy. I believe it was about on my fiftieth run through Deep Purple's "Hush" on "Hard" difficulty -- and believe me, that song's far more difficult than you would think -- that I realized, "I have a problem." Between that and my repeated attempts to get at least four out of five stars on "Freebird," I knew I had to have a break.
And if my high-school self heard my adult self whining about not getting a high score on a country-rock classic like "Freebird" -- the redneck "Stairway to Heaven" -- my high school self would have kicked my ass. Or, at least, gotten some bigger, badder friends to kick my ass for him. Although, in my defense, I got five stars on "Shout at the Devil," so sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll all the way baby, wooooooo! It's just like being back at that triple-bill concert of Accept, Aldo Nova and Blue Oyster Cult back in 1983. Rock rock 'til you drop, man!
And that just proves my point. Now you see why I had to bring my rockin' toy guitar and the game disc to a friend of mine for safe keeping for at least a couple months. But when August comes around baby, it's five stars all the way.
I'm still waiting my invite to kick your sad ass at Guitar Hero II. My friend Mary and I had a jam off last year, and I brought down the house with my bong-rattling cover of "The Ace of Spades." You better recognize!
Posted by: Geoffrey | May 24, 2007 at 01:00 PM