Wow, you wouldn’t believe it unless you’d seen it (and heard it). Yesterday afternoon, my son and son-in-law coerced me into playing Rock Band with them. For those of you older readers, it’s a video game similar to Guitar Hero where one person is the guitar player, one person is the drummer and, in my case, one person is the rock singer.
I sang songs yesterday I’d never heard before. If you’d like a bit of comedy relief, picture me (45-year-old chubby woman) singing music from Boston, Black Sabbath, Smashing Pumpkins, Aerosmith, etc. Ha HAAAAAAAAA ha ha ha! Very interesting and entertaining. To my credit, I sight read and sang a number of songs and stayed mostly in the 80-85% range of success first time around.
My best work was Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. First of all, who doesn’t like Blue Oyster Cult? Second, I liked the variety of not only singing, but, also getting to do a little rhythm work with the cowbell. I ended up at 96% on that one. Cool, huh?
I think my teenager was suitably impressed that I at least made the effort. My son-in-law called me the coolest Mom ever. I was happy and my husband was smiling and supportive. (I also need to add he was wearing his Bose headphones that block out outside noise and was listening to his I-Pod). Probably the safest thing to do at that point.
Tune in next weekend when the young folks and the old rocker chick take over the living room again for a rocking good time!
