Mamma Rocks Rock Band
I really do rock at Rock Band. (Not in a way that would win me any tournaments, but I can get mostly 5 stars playing Medium and I can (mostly) pass songs when I play the bass on Hard.) I think Jeff is starting to get annoyed about me wanting to play Rock Band every evening, but since it started the week where he didn't come home until I was getting ready for bed (or later) 4 out of the 5 weekdays, I think I'll blame my addiction on him…
Actually, the real reason I've liked playing Rock Band lately is it's something I can do from the recliner that's more interactive than watching Charmed on Netflix. I'd rather be sewing Baby Girl's quilt (all the annoying prep work is done, I just need to start sewing) or sitting at my desk making jewelry for Christmas presents or even loading all the dang dishes in the dang dishwasher (anybody in the area want to come help me with all this stuff for an hour or so?), but by the time Nathan goes to bed, I just can't. So, my options usually are go to bed at 8:30 (I've taken this one more than I care to admit), watch TV with my brains oozing out of my ears, or play Rock Band.
What's the point of this post, you ask? Where's the entertainment value? (Well, besides Nathan occasionally picking up the microphone and singing along, when I start playing before he goes to bed. I'll have to get a video of that someday.) Here are some observations and oddities that have happened in the last few weeks:
- I've learned that I can play guitar/bass way better when I'm stoned on hydrocodone. Seriously. The dosage I was prescribed is higher than I'm used to, so it actually affects me—usually I can take it no problems. I expected it to make me a worse player, since it makes me practically fall asleep standing up, but I was able to get my first 5-star score on Hard!
- Nathan often asks to play Rock Band, but only wants to do the guitar. Too bad for that sucker, guitar is the only one I can do from the recliner, so he's stuck on drums.
- Related: He doesn't actually notice if he's not technically playing, nor does he notice if he fails out of a song when he is playing. I plan to encourage this naivety as long as possible.
- Made Jeff laugh: "Holy cow! This is like the Lord of the Rings of Rock Band songs… it's had half a dozen endings so far!" (For the curious, it was Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas—which I now have stuck in my head.)
- When Nathan and I play together, I feel like I'm educating him in decent music. For example, he now loves Weezer (specifically "troublemaker song!"), "Hello There" by Cheap Trick, and "the zombie song" by Jonathan Coulton. I'm so proud.
- Also made Jeff laugh: I love the Dryers frozen fruit bars, and I usually let them soften before I eat them (my teeth are very sensitive to cold). I played a couple songs in a set, paused, and started unwrapping my popsicle. Jeff looked up questioningly from whatever it was he was doing, and I said "I am a rock star. I can take a popsicle break in the middle of a set, and my fans have no choice in the matter."
- I haven't decided if Baby Girl loves or hates it when I play Rock Band… but no matter how quiet and still she's been, within a song or two of me starting to play, she'll start attacking the guitar. Every Single Time.
And, if this isn't enough amusement for you, here's a video of Nathan playing the drums when he was 18 months old. Holy cow, he's grown…