Sunday, May 8, 2011

Just happy, really

It is not often that I have my house to myself during the day. Most of my gaming takes place at night when I have to do courteous things like not wake the neighbors with my subwoofer. Today was different. I had approximately an hour with no one around and little concern for volume. This would  normally lead to Rock Band 3, and it has been quite a while since I last played the game (the pro-guitar fiasco scarred me off). The thing is, I didn't want to play with the normal five button guitar and I have decided that my drum set needs an upgrade, so all there was left to do was sing.

I don't sing. Correction: I don't sing well, sober, or if there are any witnesses. Alone, with the volume up, there were no excuses. This was this first time I have used the mic personally, and it came with the Rock Bank one pack I bought years ago, and I would be a liar if I said it wasn't a good time. A little STP here, some Pearl Jam there, less singing and more shouting on key, but it was what I could handle. I passed over Paradise By the Dashboard Light and Holy Diver, then all the Iron Maiden I have, just because I didn't want to kill myself, but I could not resist giving Bohemian Rhapsody a shot. Freddie Mercury hits notes that do not actually exist in the spectrum of tones possible with the human voice, so it was going to be ugly. I made it through (on Medium) but I will never  be the same. Yes, I have permanently injured my vocal cords, but I think this small attempt to step into 'Queen's' shoes may have had a deeper, more fabulous affect.

Suddenly I want to watch 300 then go shopping for a shiny vest while singing 'Fat Bottomed Girls.'

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