My nephew, bless his kind heart, wanted to get me a video game for my birthday. But he’s only three and doesn’t really understand the mind of a thirty-two year old; therefore, he got me Rapala Tournament Fishing. The thought of spending hours indoors trying to catch fish was about as tempting as the thought of spending hours outdoors trying to catch fish.
To say the game is fun is kind of putting it lightly. It’s like saying Jeffrey Dahmer was known for his taste in men… sorry, I just couldn’t resist. Someone had to pick up the slack for Imus.
I brought the game home and hooked it up to the PS2 in my living room. I played it at a respectable level for about 10 minutes and smiled. It was fun but I knew what was going to make all the better. I put it down and made my plans for the following night.
The following night, I brought the PS2 and Guitar Hero down into the basement where I have my surround sound system. I plugged it in and put the volume halfway up. A mind numbing crunch flew out of the speakers into the air and forced it’s vibrations down into the very base of my skull… some people might have noticed the noise was War Pigs but I called it pure sonic bliss.
I used to play in a band but I just don’t have the time anymore. Let’s face it, this is as close to Rock God status as I am going to get for awhile but its pretty darn good! What’s really nice about the game is how different each song becomes with every level of difficulty; it’s not like they throw in an extra note. As you level up, you have to start playing bar chords, hammer licks and using the whammy bar is trickier as there is far less time between notes to rack up points with it.
I was keen to the idea of getting this for my library but now it feels like a necessity. The high I get from playing this is fairly close to that of playing my real guitar. For most of my teens, they wont have the time, patience or money to learn an instrument…
But that doesn’t mean I can’t give them an opportunity to feel like a Rock God for a couple minutes.