Rock the Party

[sharplittleteeth]

Friday night. Jel and I are having dinner at Ito Noodle Cafe. We're on our way to a farewell party for Jason Badower, comics artist extraordinaire and  friend since uni.

Jel: We should have brought Munchkin with us.

Me: No one wants to play card games at a party.

Jel: Yes they do. Jason's always playing PlayStation at his parties.

Me: That was years ago. His last few weren't like that.

We go to the party. Everyone is crowded around an enormous plasma TV playing Rock Band.

Me: Okay. Point conceded.

Rock Band works quite nicely as a party game. You have to get the song mix right, though. You have to have your cool songs ("Wave of Mutilation", "In Bloom"). But you also have to have your cheesy pop and appalling 80s hair-metal. Bon Jovi's "Dead or Alive" only really makes sense in a room full of drunken people singing the chorus so loud the other "musicians" can't hear the track.

Although Rock Band has now ruined Smashing Pumpkins' "Cherub Rock" for me, simply by printing the lyrics on screen. Dear god. There's a reason rock stars slur and mumble their words.

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[missmalice.livejournal.com]

Although Rock Band has now ruined Smashing Pumpkins' "Cherub Rock" for me, simply by printing the lyrics on screen. Dear god. There's a reason rock stars slur and mumble their words.

Really? I always quite liked the overt sarcasm of Cherub Rock.