Rock Band, how I love you
Rock Band came into my life just before Christmas and it's like we were meant to be together. When it judges me "Flawless!" or "Serious skills," I roll into a celebration the likes of Tiger Woods at the Masters.
My 8-year-old saved her money for months to buy the game and I'm so thankful. She stashed every allowance, every gift, every random dollar into an envelope on her bulletin board until she had the $200-plus required. My husband and I rewarded her determined savings by refunding her $50, but for my part it was payment for services rendered: my entertainment!
Now, it's not all fabulous. I'm the worst guitar player this side of Nigel Tufnel. My vocal skills are rusty, especially in high keys. And, as I discovered at Best Buy recently, my 3-year-old can sing every verse of Eye of the Tiger.
"It's the EYE of the TIIIIIIIIIIIIGER, it's the thwrill of the fight, rising UP to the challenge of our WHYRIVALS!"
-- Amy Hollyfield