Nina Lewis

I’ve wanted to get Guitar Hero since I played it over a year ago at my sister-in-law’s house.  But I was too cheap.  I couldn’t justify the cost.

While the songs were okay, there were lots that I didn’t know.  Some I didn’t even like.  Over the years, I have become an ol’ music curmudgeon.  Don’t like rap songs.  Don’t particularly like current pop songs — but that’s probably because I just listen to the golden oldies and not the songs of today.

Then came along the Beatles Rockband.  Songs of my youth.  Songs I knew.  Songs I loved.  Loved with a passion.  This, this (this version of Rockband) was a good thing.

As luck would have it, the price was cheaper than last year.  And, we found a great bargain (for once in our lives!).  I willingly plunked down the dineros.  Plunk, plunk, plunk.  Of course we had to get a Wii so that we could play Rockband.  Of course.  More dineros.  More plunking down.  I was worried whether or not we would use it enough to get our money’s worth out of it.

But my, oh how this game speaks to my soul!  I am SOOOOOO glad I waited and got the Beatle version instead of the original Guitar Hero.

We set Rockband up tonight and played it.  Craig played the drums and I played the guitar.  After a few songs we switched.  Secretly, I didn’t want to switch.  I had never been interested in drums.  Even though both of our sons played the drums while growing up, somehow I was never interested in them (the drums, not my sons).  But, being the good sport that I am (pat me on the back), I switched from the guitar to the drums.  Oh, lawsey Jane!

How could I have ever been so misguided in my thinking about the drums?  After playing a couple of songs, I refused to let Craig have a turn on them.  The drums and I were one.  It was like magic.  I was Ringo — and had the nose and the drumming ability to prove it.

I sang as I banged out the songs: “Well, shake it up baby now, Twist and shout. Come on, come on, come. Come on baby now. Twist and shout.”  The neighbor’s dog howled.

I sang at the top of my lungs:  “Ooh I need your love babe, Guess you know it’s true. Hope you need my love babe, Just like I need you. Hold me, love me, hold me, love me. I ain’t got nothin’ but love babe, Eight days a week.”

The neighbors slammed open their windows.  “Turn down the music!!”

I kept on.  “Well, she was just 17.  You know what I mean.  And the way she looked was way beyond compare.  So how could I dance with another (Ooh).  When I saw her standing there.”

After playing for three and a half hours, we thought we’d better stop.  After all, I did have to go to work tomorrow.  But then, I wanted to play the guitar for one last song.  Craig relinquished it to me.

I played and sang the song.  I played it again.  And then another time.  And another.  I was smoking hot on the guitar.  Forty-five minutes later, I finally laid the guitar down.

If ever I need a reason to retire, it is to play the Beatles songs on Rockband all day long and into the wee hours of the night.  And I was worried about getting my money’s worth in using it.  Silly me!  It has certainly paid for itself in the mere four hours that I played it this evening.

It’s almost midnight as I write this.  The euphoric music high that I was on while playing and singing is waning.  I think I might be able to go to sleep now.  I’d best get some rest — so that I can play at least another four hours tomorrow night!

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