The Mogul scraped together his pennies and gathered up his trade-ins and wheedled a ride from me to GameCrazy this afternoon. Why? Guitar Hero 2 had been out for two weeks now, he’d been deprived long enough.
Both kids (not to mention The Father) are avid Guitar Hero fans. And even though they take over my television (depriving me of TiVo access), I don’t much mind. See, they’re getting an education in the classics.
Classic rock, that is.
Guitar Hero has other benefits, of course – TM has moved away from his ‘nothing but hip-hop has value’ position, for example. Drama Mama moved out of her all pink, all the time phase, thanks to Guitar Hero.
And they’re starting to pick up the various musical influences – TM just noted that the Stones’ Can’t You Hear Me Knockin’ had a definite blues undertone, for example.
But my favorite part (for a variety of reasons) is watching TM try to best DM in a ‘Name That Tune’ contest. No dice – the girl knows her stuff. To the question “name two Green Day songs”, she comes back with ‘Brain Stew and American Idiot!” She knows David Bowie sings Ziggy Stardust, rattles off AC-DC songs, and even successfully throws two Ramones tunes back in her brother’s face without missing a beat.
Sure, she’s got a killer memory. But she’s setting me up to deliver the killing blow. See, when he tries to make an eight year old feel inferior because she didn’t remember that Ozzy Osbourne fronted Black Sabbath, or can’t name two of the Beatles – well, I take over the game.
“So, TM – let’s talk about your favorite band when you were her age. The band you made me listen to non-stop until I was nearly nauseous.”
He tries to wave me off – but I show no mercy.
“See, at least she has better taste than to listen to the Backstreet Boys…”
Game, set and match – to DM and mom. That’ll repay him for making fun of my iTunes collection in years past…