Jul 10 2008
How Guitar Hero Ruined My Family
That may be a slight embellishment. We actually don’t own the “Guitar Hero” game, but today my sister brought over her “Guitar Hero III” copy along with the wireless guitar controller so my children could have a little taste of rock and roll stardom. Both my daughters ended their tours in tears - sobbing, angry, guitar tossing tears. They’d been booed off stage, a harrowing, frustrating experience for them both.
I, on the other hand, ROCKED! OK, so I know it’s only a pretend guitar and I know making it through an entire version of “Slow Ride” is not exactly a marketable skill, but man is that stupid game addicting. It’s pointless really, a total waste of time. Still, everytime I swore I was going to put the controller down, I found myself tapping out just one more song.
”Just one more song.”
”I can quit anytime.”
Before you know it I’ll be neglecting the kids to fuel my Guitar Hero addiction. “Sorry I didn’t pick you up from school on time, I was trying to perfect my rendition of Barracuda…” “No breakfast today kids, I’ve got to face-off with Slash.”
All jokes aside, I’m totally getting myself “Guitar Hero III” for my daughter’s birthday.
