happy to be humiliated
February 3, 2009
I am not a musical person. I can’t emphasize this enough–I have NO musical talent.
Although, I used to sing to my kids every night. Every. Single. Night.
I had a pretty good repertoire. Ruby Tuesday, by the Rolling Stones. Two Suns In the Sunset and Wish You Were Here, by Pink Floyd. A couple by Sinead O’Conner, The Last Day of Our Acquaintance and Nothing Compares 2 U. Some Neil Young, Unknown Legend. Just to name a few.
The kids loved it. I think of it as the pre-curser to the Woosh. They wouldn’t go to sleep without it.
But two things happened. As the kids got older, I got more self-conscious singing to them, and they got more discerning about what they would listen to.
So I don’t sing much anymore.
Although, at Elden’s house the other night, I tried again.
And failed. Literally. Booed off the stage. REM’s Orange Crush is waay harder to sing than I thought. So I switched to bass.
Another confession here–Before this Rock Band party, I had never, NOT ONCE, completed a song on Guitar Hero. Not even on Easy. Yes, I’m that pathetic.
But I never failed (on Easy) this night. I was inspired.
This is before everybody realized that I couldn’t sing. Not even with Gary’s help.
So I switched to the Bass:
Gary sang so well that Shelle couldn’t listen sitting down.
Even Susan, who is on oxygen, made it through Ozzy Ozzbourne’s Paranoid. Oh the shame.
A little Pretenders:
It wasn’t all fun and games though. We also had torture by electric shock. Elden tricked a bunch of us into grabbing metal handles that then caused our hearts to stop.
I’ve jumped so far I’m not in the picture anymore.
It reminded me of that scene in Ghostbusters where Bill Murray keeps shocking the teenage boy so that he could make eyes at the hot teenage girl (which is more than a little creepy).
“The effect? I’ll tell you what the effect is–IT’S PISSING ME OFF!”
But I just ordered the game. I have more than a few victims in mind.